The next day, Jinhai City Public Security Bureau.
"A three-year-old kid was kidnapped before dinner on Friday. The incident happened on Saturday. He was in a state of imprisonment on Sunday. He was almost executed by the kidnappers on Monday night. He was locked in a secret room early on Tuesday morning. Nothing happened after 72 hours. Drinking water and not eating, but at the last moment I could cry, crying very loudly." Wu Yu strode across the corridor, the hem of the police uniform jacket on his shoulders raised with his steps, and the glass on both sides of the office reflected his somberness. His face: "There is obviously something wrong with this. The dispute between Bu Chonghua and Peng Wan should be because he was aware of this, but Peng Wan desperately prevented him from getting close to the child, so that there was a scuffle left between his nails and teeth. Down DNA."
He was beside Jiang Ting with his hands in his coat pockets, and his pace was also very fast. Liao Gang also tended to follow closely behind: "Could it be that Peng Wan has water and food hidden in his body, so I dare not let you find out because of fear of being robbed?"
Jiang Ting said: "This possibility is not ruled out, but if this is the case, Tao Ze's death would be too quick."
Liao Gang: "Huh?"
Jiang Ting explained: "There is a process for people to die from hunger, thirst and dehydration. Heartbeat increases, body temperature rises, organ damage, acute kidney failure or liver failure, blood pressure drops and hallucinations. A little boy crying loudly in just a short time The possibility of completing this series of procedures within a few hours is very small, so he shouldn't be so weak when the police arrive for rescue."
Liao Gang had an epiphany: "So..."
"So we need to see the report of his death." Wu Yu stood in front of the office at the end of the corridor and turned his head and gestured to Liao Gang: "Deputy Liao helped me go to the physical evidence office to retrieve the analysis of the murder weapon. If you bring it out, try to take pictures with your phone and send it to me. Go downstairs and wait for a while after finishing the work. Professor Jiang and I will be fine soon."
"Hey! Yes!" Without a word, Liao Gang turned around and hurried away.
Wu Yu knocked on the door, and then pushed in. An old police officer in the room took off his glasses and stood up: "You are..."
"Chapter Geng." Wu Yu stepped forward and shook his hand. "I'm Wu Yu from Nancheng Detachment. We met in the case of Gao Ling's murder in 502 Flood Discharge Tunnel. Do you remember me?"
The veteran police officer is the Director Geng of the Forensic Medicine Office of the Municipal Bureau. When Bu Chonghua was there, he sent people to deliver cigarettes and fruits to the Forensic Medicine Office. Whenever he had something to do, he would invite this great god out for the Xiaogui Forensic Medicine Town. The relationship between the two It can be described as very harmonious.
But now that Bu Chonghua is mentioned, Director Geng's expression is also a bit complicated, and he nodded helplessly and sighed: "Remember, remember, it's already Wu Detachment now! This is Professor Jiang from Jianning Police Academy, right?"
Jiang Ting smiled and stretched out his hand into his arms and was about to take out his cigarette. Who knew Wu Yu was a step faster than him, and he took out a box of cigarettes and stuffed it into Director Geng's hand. It turned out to be Fuchun Mountain Residence!
The cigarette case of Fuchun Mountain Ju was a bit wrinkled, and I didn't know how long it took Wu Yu to smell it after being hidden by Wu Yu. Director Geng is an old smoker just like him, and his hand softened instantly. He was defeated after only installing two or three back and forth, and he put away the cigarette with great enthusiasm: "I have read the application you sent yesterday. After that, I want to check the autopsy reports of the victim Peng Wan and her son Tao Ze, right? Peng Wan’s I am ready, but that child..."
Wu Yu's eyebrows tightened slightly: "Is it not allowed to leak?"
"No, it's not." Director Geng said, "There was no autopsy."
Wu Yu and Jiang Ting looked at each other, both of them were a little surprised.
"Because the cause of death basically ruled out homicide, according to Song Ju, the family insisted not to do an autopsy, so we couldn't force the child to have an autopsy-you know we Chinese are relatively conservative in this regard. I received it last night After your application, I looked at the file again, and it said that the body of the child was returned to the family members 18 days ago. If calculated by this time, it is estimated that it has been cremated now."
-Cremation.
The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, and no matter how doubtful Tao Ze's death is, it has been covered by a bed of brocade. From then on, it is impossible to know the clues. 999 novel first published https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
What else can do now?
Both people's faces were very ugly. Wu Yu pondered for a moment and asked: "Then the follow-up investigation of the crash between Bu Detachment and me on the highway, medical information, and other case files on the day of rescue?"
Director Geng is even more difficult: "There are yes or no, but this case has already been assigned to the special case team of the Municipal Bureau. It stands to reason..."
Wu Yu stared at the old expert unrelentingly, his eyes calm and powerful, as heavy. Director Geng touched the pack of good cigarettes in his pocket that hadn't been warmed up. After hesitating for a while, he finally gave in. He opened the safe file cabinet and pulled out a thick file, and slapped it on the table.
"All right," he sighed, "but you two can only browse through the city bureau. All the materials can't be taken out of the task force's door, understand?"
·
"...Coming here, here is the doorbreaker!" "Be careful! Everyone back away! Three, two, one--"
Bang!
The dark screen shook violently, and only the flashlight was swept around in the lens. Then someone screamed: "I'm fucking someone!" "It's a squadron!" "Quick 120 and notify the city bureau!"
...
Wu Yu put down the case file, "What are you looking at?"
There are only two of them in the office, and Director Geng has been called out. Jiang Ting sat in front of the computer and pressed the pause button, rubbing his temples: "It was a video of the police breaking into the secret room when they rescued you. At that time, there were people from the Port District Public Security Bureau, the police station, the patrol team, and the search and rescue dog brigade. One of the policemen in the police station had a law enforcement recorder on his shoulder, which happened to record the passing of the time."
Wu Yu stepped forward and stood behind the Jiang Ting chair, leaned over and pressed the mouse to play, and the picture on the monitor vibrated again:
"Report to the Municipal Bureau. Report to the Municipal Bureau. We have found two hostages, Bu Detachment and Officer Wu. 120 is on the way..." "Where is the distribution box?" "This ghost place is being pulled. Already?" "What's inside, ah, ah, be careful!" "Fuck! Drain pipes, there are children who are dying!" "Where is it?" "Hurry up!"...
A video that lasted six minutes and fifty seconds soon came to an end. Wu Yu's eyes behind his lenses were slightly narrowed, and he pressed to replay again.
"Be careful! Everyone back off! Three, two, one--" Bang!
"Fuck! There are drains, and some children are dying!"
...
"Have you found it?" Jiang Ting asked, raising his head.
Wu Yu stood up from the computer.
After he was thin, he was a little out of shape, with sunken eye sockets and high brow bones, and his double eyelids were different from ordinary people. The shaking light and shadow on the display were reflected on the glasses, and he was not seen shaking his head until the end of the third broadcast.
"It may be that I was too worried. I always felt that there was something strange in the details at the time, but I couldn't find out just by watching the video."
Jiang Ting laughed, took out the cigarette case and poured two cigarettes out, and threw one to Wu Yu: "Then you are better than me. I can only intellectually know that there is something strange, but in fact I can't detect it at all."
They leaned together and lit the smoke. Wu Yu slowly spit out a white mist and laughed at himself: "I am not as good as you when it comes to solving the case, and you are not as good as me when it comes to crime. If there are any details that I can feel wrong but you can't feel, then it should I smelled the same kind of breath in the dark, right?"
Jiang Ting said lightly: "Don't talk about yourself like that."
Wu Yu didn't say a word, and the surroundings fell silent for a while. Jiang Ting raised his head and changed the subject: "Did you find anything worth noting in the case file?"
"Yes," Wu Yu said unexpectedly.
He turned around and picked up the case file that was interrupted by the video, and threw it to Jiang Ting. He pointed to the page that was opening: "The 2005 drug case in Daxing County, Laizhou City, Yundian Province, was in China. It was the first time that the dark web was involved in organizing drug trafficking. The website was called The Ancient Tea Horse Road. Based on various signs, I speculated that the founder of the Ancient Tea Horse Road should be operating this website in China."
Jiang Ting's hand turned the page suddenly: "——You inferred?"
"Yes." Wu Yu said solemnly, "it's me."
His waist was leaning on the edge of the desk, with two buttons on the collar of his shirt, one hand in his trouser pocket and the other with a cigarette. In the light blue smoke, half of his face was concealed in the shadows, his neck was winding downwards, and the musculature had a ceramic-like smooth and hard texture.
"Even if the kidnappers who crashed our car on the road used people and money to do things for others, they wouldn't be so coincidental that they would run into this group of people again ten years later, unless they were from the same employer." Wu Yu's eyes behind his lenses stared at him misty. At this moment, he is not like the diligent policeman in the Nancheng Detachment. He is more like the painter who was trapped alone in the border drug gang and strategized. His voice is soft and steady: "I always have a feeling , Peng Wan is not familiar with how the group of people works, she may have been cheated in some way."
A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Jiang Ting's mind, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo felt something, and a multitude of clues came to his mind: "Is it possible that the kidnappers told her..."
"Wait," just then Wu Yu raised his hand and stopped him: "Listen."
"?"
The voices of people outside the office came and went, and the noise of vehicles coming and going on the road was faintly mixed with the clearance sale of the shop.
Normal people can't hear any abnormality at all. Not to mention that Jiang Ting's previous craniotomy has affected his hearing, and he is weaker in distinguishing subtle sound waves. He frowned suspiciously, and suddenly saw Wu Yu shove his cigarette butt onto the table and said, "Liao Gang started a fight with someone."
Jiang Ting was taken aback, then he started fighting?
He abruptly got up, pulled out his legs at the same time as Wu Yu, and walked out of the office and turned left for more than ten meters. After turning the corner, he saw a group of people surrounded in twos and threes on the corridor. They crossed the iron railings and looked downstairs while whispering: "What? I started arguing?" "What I said is the truth." "The reaction is too big, so be a guilty conscience!"...
"What are you looking at? One by one!" Yang Chengdong yelled from afar. He happened to bring someone to the city bureau to pick up the documents. He just came out into this scene: "Why don't you do anything during the day? Hey, how about you! It's gone, it's gone! — Little Wu?"
Yang Chengdong screamed impatiently while squeezing over, just about to say something to persuade, but Wu Yu raised his hand and blocked it: "Little Wu, you..."
Wu Yu narrowed his eyes and looked downstairs. This is the source of the movement he just heard——
"Just say! Who is I afraid of?!" A middle-aged man was furious, and grabbed Liao Gang by his collar: "I made up Bu Chonghua's murder, drug trafficking, corruption, and bribery? Did I make up for absconding with a gun during the escort? Yes?! You Nancheng Detachment is the fattest in Jinhai, did I make it up?!"
"The surname Zhao, I tell you, the Bu Detachment matter has not been concluded, and he has not been convicted of murder!" Liao Gang was originally not good at words, and his eyes were red with anger while carrying the middle-aged man's collar. There is no evidence! You—"
"Deputy Liao, let go, let go!" "Don't you both say a few words!" "Hey, Deputy Liao, you have something to say, and you have something to say..."
"No conviction? Isn't it true that you Nancheng Detachment has been tried for half a month without conviction?" The surnamed Zhao pushed Liao Gang aside: "As long as you have the face to apply for this year's fiscal special subsidy, Bu Chonghua How much money you are greedy, don't you have a hard time counting?! You are so embarrassed!!"
"--you!"
Yang Chengdong lost his voice: "Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu's expression did not move. He grabbed the police uniform jacket over his shoulders with his right hand, and pulled it off with his backhand. While his clothes fluttered, he slapped the iron railing with his left hand, turned his body on his side, and leaped straight down to the second floor!
"What's that?" "Who is that shit?"
There was an exclamation in the corridor, and everyone squeezed to the railing and looked down, but only to see Wu Yu had fallen to the ground and got up, Liao Gang turned around when he heard the sound, as if he had been rescued immediately:
"Wu Detachment!"
"..." Someone in the crowd involuntarily looked up at the corridor on the second floor and said softly in amazement, "Did he jump down?..."
Wu Yu put his coat on his left arm lightly with his right hand, smiled slightly and asked, "What are you discussing here?"
The people who persuaded, watched, and watched the excitement downstairs all let go, and the surnamed Zhao became frightened: "I was telling the facts, but the facts are not being told?"
Liao Gang interrupted furiously: "Facts? You need to hide behind the car and tell people secretly? You need to be afraid of being caught by me? You obviously—"
Wu Yu stopped Liao Gang with a gesture, "You are Director Zhao of the Dongcheng Sub-bureau, right?"
Zhao's nose is not a nose, eyes are not eyes, and he looked at him a few times: "You are..."
"I am Wu Yu, the head of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Nancheng Branch. We met back then, but you may have forgotten."
Not only the surnamed Zhao, but also Liao Gang was taken aback.
"In 2008, a large cross-border drug manufacturing suspect was missed in the encirclement and suppression of drug manufacturing dens within Zhao's jurisdiction. This person ran all the way from North China to Yundian, passing through six provinces along the way. The police in six provinces caused a sensation. The investigation notice had no results; in the end, the suspect tried to cross the border at the China-Myanmar border and was pushed into the dark river at 3 a.m. from the boat. He had all the stolen money and goods and contained 2.76 kg of drugs in his body. Zhao Suo When bringing people to the border detention center for escort tasks, I was sitting in the duty hall of the detention center."
Zhao's face has completely changed.
Yes, he really hasn't forgotten--
"... Deputy Zhao, hey Deputy Zhao!" "What's wrong?" "Who do you see? We came here early in the morning and he sat there. How many hours have you been reading a newspaper?"
Deputy Director Zhao followed his dodged eyes and looked at him. A silhouette was sitting in the corner of the detention center hall. His entire face was hidden by the newspaper, only the thick black hair above his head was exposed. Because can’t see the specific body shape in backlight, only think that the person is very young, very thin but quite compact, with a white short-sleeved T-shirt and black jeans, with his right ankle on his left knee, and a pair of dusty and worn black. High-top lace-up boots.
He was reading an old Burmese newspaper. He was wearing a string of gray and white Buddha beads pierced with red ears on his right wrist. It looked like a bone, wrapped four or five times around his slender arm, hanging at the end. A thing sharpened like a human tooth.
The Buddha beads looked evil, and Deputy Director Zhao carefully retracted his gaze and whispered, "It may be a Burmese who came across the river to visit the prison. Don't provoke it casually, the locals are wild...."
"It's been less than a few years. Zhao Suo has been promoted and he is not so cautious in speaking." Wu Yu said with a smile, "It may be that you haven't lost any prisoners in your jurisdiction in the past few years, and gradually you don't have a long memory. The reason."
There were different expressions all around, Zhao's face was green and white, and after a while he squeezed out: "You, what you said in 2008, I don't remember it! What I just said was Bu Chonghua and didn't say it. other people!……"
"Nancheng Detachment is one up and down. You are talking about Bu Detachment, which means you are talking about me." Wu Yu and Yan Yue glanced to the left and right. The few people who originally watched the excitement looked a little confused at the moment, "Don't stand in the organization without evidence. Come in the compound with your mouth open, otherwise it would be a bad idea to recruit an inspection team, right?"
Zhao Suo swallowed his saliva, and became completely frightened—not just bad? The surname Wu is not an ordinary hard-spirited person, and it is definitely not him who will suffer after the inspection team is invited!
Wu Yu stopped talking, nodded politely, and turned around to signal Liao Gang to go with him.
"..."
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao's face couldn't hold back. Although he didn't dare to be verbose, he couldn't help rolling his eyes at Wu Yu's back and barely cursed aloud.
——Actually, these two breath sounds were so small that no one except him could hear them clearly, but at this moment, Wu Yu suddenly turned around like long eyes behind his head, grabbed his neckline with his right hand, and concealed it with lightning. The momentum of the ear pushed him a few steps and threw him against the wall!
thump!
Zhao Suo only felt a sharp pain in his back, his eyes were staring at Venus, and his throat was tight before he recovered—Wu Yuman was holding him up against the wall and lifting him up against the wall!
Everyone just woke up like a dream, and they exclaimed: "What's the matter?!" "Wu Detachment, calm down!" "Calm down and don't mess around!"
"...Help, woooo..."
Zhao Suo's face was flushed, his feet involuntarily left the ground, and he stubbornly grasped Wu Yu's violent wrists but couldn't even make a sound. Wu Yu slightly approached his ear and smiled:
"Our locals are very wild, Zhao Suo, have you forgotten?"
The surnamed Zhao’s feet kicked desperately, and the next moment Wu Yu threw his hands on the ground, choking violently!
"Oh, Old Zhao, are you okay?" "Hurry up and pull them away!"
...
The crowd rushed forward, and Wu Yu sneered, putting his jacket on his left hand and putting his right hand in his trouser pocket, turning around and walking away.
A crowd of people was crowded in the corridor on the second floor. Jiang Ting pressed the railing, and when he saw that he was all right, his tight shoulders were slightly loosened. Yang Chengdong had already led people to rush down, standing in front of the city bureau gate in amazement, looking towards this side, his expressions of worry, anxiety, and shock mixed with the refreshed three views.
Liao Gang quickly pushed aside the crowd and hurried to catch up with Wu Yu: "Little Wu——Wu Detachment..."
"Next time don't engage in this kind of rhetoric with people. I have not dealt with everyone by chance." Wu Yu kept walking and said flatly without looking back, "There are only a few people in this world who care about the truth. Most of the truth is nothing but the part of the facts that human eyes can see."
Liao Gang was angry: "I just wanted to explain things to him clearly..."
"Everything has troubles, it doesn't mean that you can say it clearly." Wu Yu interrupted him, "revenge and redress are usually only legendary stories. The story does not require our policemen to kneel on the ground holding a magnifying glass inch by inch to find clues and Evidence."
All Liao Gang was unwilling to be upset and sober as if pouring down a basin of ice water. After a while, he felt ashamed. He sighed and turned off the topic: "Have you found anything upstairs?"
Wu Yu said: "No, Professor Jiang and I were watching the video of the law enforcement recorder on the day of rescue, and were suddenly interrupted by your rant."
"Can you hear the movement here in the office on the second floor?" Liao Gang said in amazement.
"Of course, I don't have your voice yet—"
Wu Yu paused, not knowing what he realized, his expression suddenly changed.
Liao Gang didn't know why: "What's wrong?"
"... here comes, here comes the doorbreaker!" "Be careful! Everyone backs away! Three, two, one--" Bang!
"Where is the distribution box?" "Is this horrible place opened?" "What's in it, be careful!"
"Fuck me! Rows of drain pipes, there are children who are dying!" "Where is it?" "Hurry up!"
...
The chaotic human voice in the video is stripped of words, and every inch of tone amplitude and every inch of volume is quickly fixed and disassembled by the brain, and the sound wave pattern composed of countless undulating curves is revolved.
In that intricate soundtrack, suddenly a certain voice line came out, like a sharp blade suddenly dazzling the darkness——
"What, what?" Liao Gang was surprised: "What's the matter with Little Wu?"
Wu Yu raised a hand and turned his head slightly. Liao Gang saw that his jaw line was tight and hard, and his eyes showed a long arc because of the compression: "--The video is really strange, I want Go up and watch it again."
"what?"
"I may know what happened to the murder in this secret room."
The next day, Jinhai City Public Security Bureau.
"A three-year-old kid was kidnapped before dinner on Friday. The incident happened on Saturday. He was in a state of imprisonment on Sunday. He was almost executed by the kidnappers on Monday night. He was locked in a secret room early on Tuesday morning. Nothing happened after 72 hours. Drinking water and not eating, but at the last moment I could cry, crying very loudly." Wu Yu strode across the corridor, the hem of the police uniform jacket on his shoulders raised with his steps, and the glass on both sides of the office reflected his somberness. His face: "There is obviously something wrong with this. The dispute between Bu Chonghua and Peng Wan should be because he was aware of this, but Peng Wan desperately prevented him from getting close to the child, so that there was a scuffle left between his nails and teeth. Down DNA."
He was beside Jiang Ting with his hands in his coat pockets, and his pace was also very fast. Liao Gang also tended to follow closely behind: "Could it be that Peng Wan has water and food hidden in his body, so I dare not let you find out because of fear of being robbed?"
Jiang Ting said: "This possibility is not ruled out, but if this is the case, Tao Ze's death would be too quick."
Liao Gang: "Huh?"
Jiang Ting explained: "There is a process for people to die from hunger, thirst and dehydration. Heartbeat increases, body temperature rises, organ damage, acute kidney failure or liver failure, blood pressure drops and hallucinations. A little boy crying loudly in just a short time The possibility of completing this series of procedures within a few hours is very small, so he shouldn't be so weak when the police arrive for rescue."
Liao Gang had an epiphany: "So..."
"So we need to see the report of his death." Wu Yu stood in front of the office at the end of the corridor and turned his head and gestured to Liao Gang: "Deputy Liao helped me go to the physical evidence office to retrieve the analysis of the murder weapon. If you bring it out, try to take pictures with your phone and send it to me. Go downstairs and wait for a while after finishing the work. Professor Jiang and I will be fine soon."
"Hey! Yes!" Without a word, Liao Gang turned around and hurried away.
Wu Yu knocked on the door, and then pushed in. An old police officer in the room took off his glasses and stood up: "You are..."
"Chapter Geng." Wu Yu stepped forward and shook his hand. "I'm Wu Yu from Nancheng Detachment. We met in the case of Gao Ling's murder in 502 Flood Discharge Tunnel. Do you remember me?"
The veteran police officer is the Director Geng of the Forensic Medicine Office of the Municipal Bureau. When Bu Chonghua was there, he sent people to deliver cigarettes and fruits to the Forensic Medicine Office. Whenever he had something to do, he would invite this great god out for the Xiaogui Forensic Medicine Town. The relationship between the two It can be described as very harmonious.
But now that Bu Chonghua is mentioned, Director Geng's expression is also a bit complicated, and he nodded helplessly and sighed: "Remember, remember, it's already Wu Detachment now! This is Professor Jiang from Jianning Police Academy, right?"
Jiang Ting smiled and stretched out his hand into his arms and was about to take out his cigarette. Who knew Wu Yu was a step faster than him, and he took out a box of cigarettes and stuffed it into Director Geng's hand. It turned out to be Fuchun Mountain Residence!
The cigarette case of Fuchun Mountain Ju was a bit wrinkled, and I didn't know how long it took Wu Yu to smell it after being hidden by Wu Yu. Director Geng is an old smoker just like him, and his hand softened instantly. He was defeated after only installing two or three back and forth, and he put away the cigarette with great enthusiasm: "I have read the application you sent yesterday. After that, I want to check the autopsy reports of the victim Peng Wan and her son Tao Ze, right? Peng Wan’s I am ready, but that child..."
Wu Yu's eyebrows tightened slightly: "Is it not allowed to leak?"
"No, it's not." Director Geng said, "There was no autopsy."
Wu Yu and Jiang Ting looked at each other, both of them were a little surprised.
"Because the cause of death basically ruled out homicide, according to Song Ju, the family insisted not to do an autopsy, so we couldn't force the child to have an autopsy-you know we Chinese are relatively conservative in this regard. I received it last night After your application, I looked at the file again, and it said that the body of the child was returned to the family members 18 days ago. If calculated by this time, it is estimated that it has been cremated now."
-Cremation.
The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil, and no matter how doubtful Tao Ze's death is, it has been covered by a bed of brocade. From then on, it is impossible to know the clues. 999 novel first published https://www.999xs.com https://m.999xs.com
What else can do now?
Both people's faces were very ugly. Wu Yu pondered for a moment and asked: "Then the follow-up investigation of the crash between Bu Detachment and me on the highway, medical information, and other case files on the day of rescue?"
Director Geng is even more difficult: "There are yes or no, but this case has already been assigned to the special case team of the Municipal Bureau. It stands to reason..."
Wu Yu stared at the old expert unrelentingly, his eyes calm and powerful, as heavy. Director Geng touched the pack of good cigarettes in his pocket that hadn't been warmed up. After hesitating for a while, he finally gave in. He opened the safe file cabinet and pulled out a thick file, and slapped it on the table.
"All right," he sighed, "but you two can only browse through the city bureau. All the materials can't be taken out of the task force's door, understand?"
·
"...Coming here, here is the doorbreaker!" "Be careful! Everyone back away! Three, two, one--"
Bang!
The dark screen shook violently, and only the flashlight was swept around in the lens. Then someone screamed: "I'm fucking someone!" "It's a squadron!" "Quick 120 and notify the city bureau!"
...
Wu Yu put down the case file, "What are you looking at?"
There are only two of them in the office, and Director Geng has been called out. Jiang Ting sat in front of the computer and pressed the pause button, rubbing his temples: "It was a video of the police breaking into the secret room when they rescued you. At that time, there were people from the Port District Public Security Bureau, the police station, the patrol team, and the search and rescue dog brigade. One of the policemen in the police station had a law enforcement recorder on his shoulder, which happened to record the passing of the time."
Wu Yu stepped forward and stood behind the Jiang Ting chair, leaned over and pressed the mouse to play, and the picture on the monitor vibrated again:
"Report to the Municipal Bureau. Report to the Municipal Bureau. We have found two hostages, Bu Detachment and Officer Wu. 120 is on the way..." "Where is the distribution box?" "This ghost place is being pulled. Already?" "What's inside, ah, ah, be careful!" "Fuck! Drain pipes, there are children who are dying!" "Where is it?" "Hurry up!"...
A video that lasted six minutes and fifty seconds soon came to an end. Wu Yu's eyes behind his lenses were slightly narrowed, and he pressed to replay again.
"Be careful! Everyone back off! Three, two, one--" Bang!
"Fuck! There are drains, and some children are dying!"
...
"Have you found it?" Jiang Ting asked, raising his head.
Wu Yu stood up from the computer.
After he was thin, he was a little out of shape, with sunken eye sockets and high brow bones, and his double eyelids were different from ordinary people. The shaking light and shadow on the display were reflected on the glasses, and he was not seen shaking his head until the end of the third broadcast.
"It may be that I was too worried. I always felt that there was something strange in the details at the time, but I couldn't find out just by watching the video."
Jiang Ting laughed, took out the cigarette case and poured two cigarettes out, and threw one to Wu Yu: "Then you are better than me. I can only intellectually know that there is something strange, but in fact I can't detect it at all."
They leaned together and lit the smoke. Wu Yu slowly spit out a white mist and laughed at himself: "I am not as good as you when it comes to solving the case, and you are not as good as me when it comes to crime. If there are any details that I can feel wrong but you can't feel, then it should I smelled the same kind of breath in the dark, right?"
Jiang Ting said lightly: "Don't talk about yourself like that."
Wu Yu didn't say a word, and the surroundings fell silent for a while. Jiang Ting raised his head and changed the subject: "Did you find anything worth noting in the case file?"
"Yes," Wu Yu said unexpectedly.
He turned around and picked up the case file that was interrupted by the video, and threw it to Jiang Ting. He pointed to the page that was opening: "The 2005 drug case in Daxing County, Laizhou City, Yundian Province, was in China. It was the first time that the dark web was involved in organizing drug trafficking. The website was called The Ancient Tea Horse Road. Based on various signs, I speculated that the founder of the Ancient Tea Horse Road should be operating this website in China."
Jiang Ting's hand turned the page suddenly: "——You inferred?"
"Yes." Wu Yu said solemnly, "it's me."
His waist was leaning on the edge of the desk, with two buttons on the collar of his shirt, one hand in his trouser pocket and the other with a cigarette. In the light blue smoke, half of his face was concealed in the shadows, his neck was winding downwards, and the musculature had a ceramic-like smooth and hard texture.
"Even if the kidnappers who crashed our car on the road used people and money to do things for others, they wouldn't be so coincidental that they would run into this group of people again ten years later, unless they were from the same employer." Wu Yu's eyes behind his lenses stared at him misty. At this moment, he is not like the diligent policeman in the Nancheng Detachment. He is more like the painter who was trapped alone in the border drug gang and strategized. His voice is soft and steady: "I always have a feeling , Peng Wan is not familiar with how the group of people works, she may have been cheated in some way."
A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Jiang Ting's mind, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo felt something, and a multitude of clues came to his mind: "Is it possible that the kidnappers told her..."
"Wait," just then Wu Yu raised his hand and stopped him: "Listen."
"?"
The voices of people outside the office came and went, and the noise of vehicles coming and going on the road was faintly mixed with the clearance sale of the shop.
Normal people can't hear any abnormality at all. Not to mention that Jiang Ting's previous craniotomy has affected his hearing, and he is weaker in distinguishing subtle sound waves. He frowned suspiciously, and suddenly saw Wu Yu shove his cigarette butt onto the table and said, "Liao Gang started a fight with someone."
Jiang Ting was taken aback, then he started fighting?
He abruptly got up, pulled out his legs at the same time as Wu Yu, and walked out of the office and turned left for more than ten meters. After turning the corner, he saw a group of people surrounded in twos and threes on the corridor. They crossed the iron railings and looked downstairs while whispering: "What? I started arguing?" "What I said is the truth." "The reaction is too big, so be a guilty conscience!"...
"What are you looking at? One by one!" Yang Chengdong yelled from afar. He happened to bring someone to the city bureau to pick up the documents. He just came out into this scene: "Why don't you do anything during the day? Hey, how about you! It's gone, it's gone! — Little Wu?"
Yang Chengdong screamed impatiently while squeezing over, just about to say something to persuade, but Wu Yu raised his hand and blocked it: "Little Wu, you..."
Wu Yu narrowed his eyes and looked downstairs. This is the source of the movement he just heard——
"Just say! Who is I afraid of?!" A middle-aged man was furious, and grabbed Liao Gang by his collar: "I made up Bu Chonghua's murder, drug trafficking, corruption, and bribery? Did I make up for absconding with a gun during the escort? Yes?! You Nancheng Detachment is the fattest in Jinhai, did I make it up?!"
"The surname Zhao, I tell you, the Bu Detachment matter has not been concluded, and he has not been convicted of murder!" Liao Gang was originally not good at words, and his eyes were red with anger while carrying the middle-aged man's collar. There is no evidence! You—"
"Deputy Liao, let go, let go!" "Don't you both say a few words!" "Hey, Deputy Liao, you have something to say, and you have something to say..."
"No conviction? Isn't it true that you Nancheng Detachment has been tried for half a month without conviction?" The surnamed Zhao pushed Liao Gang aside: "As long as you have the face to apply for this year's fiscal special subsidy, Bu Chonghua How much money you are greedy, don't you have a hard time counting?! You are so embarrassed!!"
"--you!"
Yang Chengdong lost his voice: "Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu's expression did not move. He grabbed the police uniform jacket over his shoulders with his right hand, and pulled it off with his backhand. While his clothes fluttered, he slapped the iron railing with his left hand, turned his body on his side, and leaped straight down to the second floor!
"What's that?" "Who is that shit?"
There was an exclamation in the corridor, and everyone squeezed to the railing and looked down, but only to see Wu Yu had fallen to the ground and got up, Liao Gang turned around when he heard the sound, as if he had been rescued immediately:
"Wu Detachment!"
"..." Someone in the crowd involuntarily looked up at the corridor on the second floor and said softly in amazement, "Did he jump down?..."
Wu Yu put his coat on his left arm lightly with his right hand, smiled slightly and asked, "What are you discussing here?"
The people who persuaded, watched, and watched the excitement downstairs all let go, and the surnamed Zhao became frightened: "I was telling the facts, but the facts are not being told?"
Liao Gang interrupted furiously: "Facts? You need to hide behind the car and tell people secretly? You need to be afraid of being caught by me? You obviously—"
Wu Yu stopped Liao Gang with a gesture, "You are Director Zhao of the Dongcheng Sub-bureau, right?"
Zhao's nose is not a nose, eyes are not eyes, and he looked at him a few times: "You are..."
"I am Wu Yu, the head of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Nancheng Branch. We met back then, but you may have forgotten."
Not only the surnamed Zhao, but also Liao Gang was taken aback.
"In 2008, a large cross-border drug manufacturing suspect was missed in the encirclement and suppression of drug manufacturing dens within Zhao's jurisdiction. This person ran all the way from North China to Yundian, passing through six provinces along the way. The police in six provinces caused a sensation. The investigation notice had no results; in the end, the suspect tried to cross the border at the China-Myanmar border and was pushed into the dark river at 3 a.m. from the boat. He had all the stolen money and goods and contained 2.76 kg of drugs in his body. Zhao Suo When bringing people to the border detention center for escort tasks, I was sitting in the duty hall of the detention center."
Zhao's face has completely changed.
Yes, he really hasn't forgotten--
"... Deputy Zhao, hey Deputy Zhao!" "What's wrong?" "Who do you see? We came here early in the morning and he sat there. How many hours have you been reading a newspaper?"
Deputy Director Zhao followed his dodged eyes and looked at him. A silhouette was sitting in the corner of the detention center hall. His entire face was hidden by the newspaper, only the thick black hair above his head was exposed. Because can’t see the specific body shape in backlight, only think that the person is very young, very thin but quite compact, with a white short-sleeved T-shirt and black jeans, with his right ankle on his left knee, and a pair of dusty and worn black. High-top lace-up boots.
He was reading an old Burmese newspaper. He was wearing a string of gray and white Buddha beads pierced with red ears on his right wrist. It looked like a bone, wrapped four or five times around his slender arm, hanging at the end. A thing sharpened like a human tooth.
The Buddha beads looked evil, and Deputy Director Zhao carefully retracted his gaze and whispered, "It may be a Burmese who came across the river to visit the prison. Don't provoke it casually, the locals are wild...."
"It's been less than a few years. Zhao Suo has been promoted and he is not so cautious in speaking." Wu Yu said with a smile, "It may be that you haven't lost any prisoners in your jurisdiction in the past few years, and gradually you don't have a long memory. The reason."
There were different expressions all around, Zhao's face was green and white, and after a while he squeezed out: "You, what you said in 2008, I don't remember it! What I just said was Bu Chonghua and didn't say it. other people!……"
"Nancheng Detachment is one up and down. You are talking about Bu Detachment, which means you are talking about me." Wu Yu and Yan Yue glanced to the left and right. The few people who originally watched the excitement looked a little confused at the moment, "Don't stand in the organization without evidence. Come in the compound with your mouth open, otherwise it would be a bad idea to recruit an inspection team, right?"
Zhao Suo swallowed his saliva, and became completely frightened—not just bad? The surname Wu is not an ordinary hard-spirited person, and it is definitely not him who will suffer after the inspection team is invited!
Wu Yu stopped talking, nodded politely, and turned around to signal Liao Gang to go with him.
"..."
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao's face couldn't hold back. Although he didn't dare to be verbose, he couldn't help rolling his eyes at Wu Yu's back and barely cursed aloud.
——Actually, these two breath sounds were so small that no one except him could hear them clearly, but at this moment, Wu Yu suddenly turned around like long eyes behind his head, grabbed his neckline with his right hand, and concealed it with lightning. The momentum of the ear pushed him a few steps and threw him against the wall!
thump!
Zhao Suo only felt a sharp pain in his back, his eyes were staring at Venus, and his throat was tight before he recovered—Wu Yuman was holding him up against the wall and lifting him up against the wall!
Everyone just woke up like a dream, and they exclaimed: "What's the matter?!" "Wu Detachment, calm down!" "Calm down and don't mess around!"
"...Help, woooo..."
Zhao Suo's face was flushed, his feet involuntarily left the ground, and he stubbornly grasped Wu Yu's violent wrists but couldn't even make a sound. Wu Yu slightly approached his ear and smiled:
"Our locals are very wild, Zhao Suo, have you forgotten?"
The surnamed Zhao’s feet kicked desperately, and the next moment Wu Yu threw his hands on the ground, choking violently!
"Oh, Old Zhao, are you okay?" "Hurry up and pull them away!"
...
The crowd rushed forward, and Wu Yu sneered, putting his jacket on his left hand and putting his right hand in his trouser pocket, turning around and walking away.
A crowd of people was crowded in the corridor on the second floor. Jiang Ting pressed the railing, and when he saw that he was all right, his tight shoulders were slightly loosened. Yang Chengdong had already led people to rush down, standing in front of the city bureau gate in amazement, looking towards this side, his expressions of worry, anxiety, and shock mixed with the refreshed three views.
Liao Gang quickly pushed aside the crowd and hurried to catch up with Wu Yu: "Little Wu——Wu Detachment..."
"Next time don't engage in this kind of rhetoric with people. I have not dealt with everyone by chance." Wu Yu kept walking and said flatly without looking back, "There are only a few people in this world who care about the truth. Most of the truth is nothing but the part of the facts that human eyes can see."
Liao Gang was angry: "I just wanted to explain things to him clearly..."
"Everything has troubles, it doesn't mean that you can say it clearly." Wu Yu interrupted him, "revenge and redress are usually only legendary stories. The story does not require our policemen to kneel on the ground holding a magnifying glass inch by inch to find clues and Evidence."
All Liao Gang was unwilling to be upset and sober as if pouring down a basin of ice water. After a while, he felt ashamed. He sighed and turned off the topic: "Have you found anything upstairs?"
Wu Yu said: "No, Professor Jiang and I were watching the video of the law enforcement recorder on the day of rescue, and were suddenly interrupted by your rant."
"Can you hear the movement here in the office on the second floor?" Liao Gang said in amazement.
"Of course, I don't have your voice yet—"
Wu Yu paused, not knowing what he realized, his expression suddenly changed.
Liao Gang didn't know why: "What's wrong?"
"... here comes, here comes the doorbreaker!" "Be careful! Everyone backs away! Three, two, one--" Bang!
"Where is the distribution box?" "Is this horrible place opened?" "What's in it, be careful!"
"Fuck me! Rows of drain pipes, there are children who are dying!" "Where is it?" "Hurry up!"
...
The chaotic human voice in the video is stripped of words, and every inch of tone amplitude and every inch of volume is quickly fixed and disassembled by the brain, and the sound wave pattern composed of countless undulating curves is revolved.
In that intricate soundtrack, suddenly a certain voice line came out, like a sharp blade suddenly dazzling the darkness——
"What, what?" Liao Gang was surprised: "What's the matter with Little Wu?"
Wu Yu raised a hand and turned his head slightly. Liao Gang saw that his jaw line was tight and hard, and his eyes showed a long arc because of the compression: "--The video is really strange, I want Go up and watch it again."
"what?"
"I may know what happened to the murder in this secret room."
