Human ladder

(Report from our newspaper) It is reported that on the morning of May 40, a suicide case occurred in our city, which aroused widespread concern in the society.According to relevant sources, the man, [-] years old, from Xiang County, was surrounded by a lot of RMB and jewelry when he committed suicide, and he had no abnormal behavior before committing suicide.In the case of foreign debts, the police ruled out the possibility of murder.

On May 1996, 5, it was reported by Fu Huan in Asamu Daily.

Wen Yan looked up at the traffic sign - turn left to Xiang County.

The fully fueled locomotive turned left without any pause, and the speed was extremely fast, even when turning, it did not slow down, leaving a trail of lights on the highway.

The rising sun in the east breaks through the clouds, casting a piece of warm light in the east and fighting against the lingering night.

Wen Yan is racing against the dawn that will come sooner or later.

He also just wanted to take a gamble to see if the other party's purpose was exactly what he thought.

Jin Shuo is right in one point, the other party is indeed an enemy rather than a friend, but whose friend?

Deliberately said the exact opposite of what he was back then, and deliberately revealed the strangeness of the Qixi Festival case.The consequence is that people at a higher level are directly asked to set up a special investigation team. Is it really investigating the Guochao? !

What exactly is the live broadcast that Diao Qianwei mentioned?

Wearing a helmet, Wen Yan can still block some wind and cold. His eyes are shrewd, and he is staring straight ahead at the moment. He hardly dares to think about it, so he can't help speeding up the accelerator.

No one would think of this, and there are only a handful of people who can think of combining these things.

It can be heard that Yan is still gambling.

He also knew better than anyone else that he really didn't have any time left.

At the same time, in Linwan City, Linwan City Experimental High School.

The make-up classes for the third year of senior high school have already started. The so-called training camp is to gather all the candidates who can be admitted to famous universities in one class for closed training.

Today, a full-day exam was organized.

At this stage, almost all the students have become numb to the exam, and everyone is biting the tip of the pen to break through one abnormal problem after another.

This is just the first exam that just started, from 08:30 am to [-]:[-].

Lu Congqi sat on his seat, staring at the blank test paper, and his mind was also blank.

The invigilator turned round and round, walking up to Lu Congqi almost every turn, knocking on his desk to remind him.

Lu Congqi ignored it.

He raised his head thoughtfully, looking at the city that hadn't fully awakened yet.

Wen Yan stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

In fact, everyone was induced by the stage layout, and almost all of them were checking all the abandoned movie theaters and performance venues in the city.

But Wen Yan knew that this place had the same layout as the stage!

Because this is the scene of the Tunjin suicide case—the beginning of everything.

The engine of the locomotive is hot to the touch, which shows how far the journey is.

It was also the first time for Wen Yan to come here, and the flat and low residential buildings around him were still quiet. Some early risers held spittoons and put a bird's nest head on them, and took a strange look at Wen Yan.

The small county town is quiet and impermanent. It seems that this bloody storm in Linwan City has no effect on ordinary people at all. Everyone is living a normal life, talking about a new round of conversations, eating melons indignantly and insulting, and in the blink of an eye Then forget it.

Wen Yan stepped forward and pushed the rusty rolling shutter door up, causing a noise. The dust that was stirred up made Wen Yan take a few steps back. The thick dust somewhat affected his vision. Wen Yan squinted his eyes and slapped the two sides with his hands fan.

When the dust cleared, the lion dance props scattered around for a long time and the gongs and drums of the performance all showed their original appearance.

Wen Yan lifted his foot and walked in, and the footsteps stirred up a wave of dust again.

——The deceased was the head of the county-level cultural troupe before his death, so there is no doubt that he died on the stage, but the author thinks there is a lot of doubt in such a deliberate way of death.

The old yellowed newspaper clippings did not describe in detail the place where the county folks performed their art performances—there were only a few broken windows in the ventilated place, and they were old-fashioned red-painted lattice windows, so the light was also fragmented.

The seats here are still wooden long chairs, all kinds of stacked ones even block the way a bit.

Wen Yan frowned, lifted his foot over the chair blocking the way, and walked forward along the corridor.

It doesn't look like anyone has been here before, the more he walked in, the more his heart sank.

Until Wen Yan was finally able to peek into a corner of the stage—then, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, he stared at the center of the stage!

I saw a person lying impressively in the center of the stage, Wen Yan stared at the footsteps of that person on the stage and hesitated for a while.

He seemed to be falling into a dream, and seemed to have traveled through an unreal time.

The dry news reports now come alive before Wen Yan's eyes:

Without the spotlight, Diao Qianwei's frightening whiteness was gone, replaced by lifeless paleness!

I saw him crossing his hands on his chest, and his mouth seemed to be bulging with something in it.

The cold covered his lips with a layer of frost, and he stared at the ceiling with resignation, as if he was worried that something would fall from it and kill him.

Wen Yan had never seen a dead person up close, and he wasn't even sure about Diao Qianwei's life or death.

Diao Qianwei was surrounded by gold and silver jewellery, and gems of various colors shone brilliantly in the morning sun.

The RMB piled up into a hill was neatly placed under his head.

Everything is imitating the man who swallowed gold and committed suicide! ! !

What he didn't know was that since he entered the door, a live broadcast that attracted the attention of many people had already begun.

Before Wen Yan could react, he wanted to step forward to check Diao Qianwei's real situation, but just as he stepped forward, he heard a small "ding--" from behind.

It's like a notification sound that some kind of equipment is out of power.

Wen Yan suddenly sounded the alarm, and hurriedly turned to check.

A few steps away, the chairs were stacked to form a temporary stand, and a mobile phone was being placed on it. The beep just now was the notification sound of the mobile phone running out of power!

The last scene of the live broadcast was the moment when Wen Yan turned his head, and his eyebrows were indistinguishable.

But what he didn't know was that people in the city woke up and started to be extremely busy across the screens. On the subway, in the bus, different groups of people, with different brands of mobile phones, people have already captured this picture. murderer' face.

Waiting to be judged by all kinds of people.

……

Linwan City Public Security Bureau.

"Bam—"

The purple clay thermos cup that Meng Shi had been holding fell to the corner of the wall and was torn apart.

"Didn't you understand the four words of blocking news?!"

"Can't you withdraw the message? What about the Internet Supervision Department?! Hasn't the shit in the Internet Supervision Department's brains been dealt with this fucking human rights violation?!"

Early in the morning, their Meng Bureau was extremely irritable, and this was the third teacup that had already been dropped.

The person in charge of pouring tea heard Meng Ju getting angry again through the door, and immediately shrank his neck in fright and dared not go in.

The conference room was full of smog. Everyone stared at Wen Yan's face on the projection screen and sighed heavily.

At first this kind of matter was not under the control of the anti-narcotics team, but Meng Shi called everyone to a meeting and scolded anyone who caught him.

Lu Qicong clasped the cigarette case, looked up heavily, then quickly lowered his head, thinking silently.

"The forensic doctor looked at the photos and Diao Qianwei's dilated pupils. His limbs were stiff and his pupils were dilated. The chances of him being alive were slim."

Meng Shi's face turned dark again.

"Someone has already become so human as Wen Yan, pfft—Ju Meng, you see, saying that Wen Yan is Wen Guochao's son may be revenge, and there is a reason to say it."

"Well, there is such a big commotion, there is a motive, and there is no need to solve the case!"

The young people in the bureau can still joke with each other like this, but the older ones don't look very good.

"In short, let's catch Wen Yan first and then talk about it?"

Meng Shi couldn't listen anymore, grabbed the folder and threw it at the man: "What are you arresting?! Who are you arresting?! You fucking say it again!"

The people near Meng Shi stood up one after another to stop the irritable Meng Shi, even Lu Qicong couldn't stand it anymore, glared at the man and said: "It's not yet confirmed whether this matter has anything to do with Wen Yan, the words are accurate point."

After Meng Shi was forced to calm down, he glanced at the big screen and said in a hoarse voice, "Immediately open a case for investigation, yes...cough, find out where Diao Qianwei is as soon as possible, and find Wen Yan."

"It's almost confirmed. Diao Qianwei's death is very strange. We searched through many case files and found the suicide case in 96058. It was originally a matter of a small county and could not be troubled by the city bureau, but it was not so complete at the time. The social impact is huge, so the Municipal Bureau also intervened in the investigation."

At this moment, the mobile phone in Meng Shi's pocket was buzzing and vibrating again. He didn't need to look to know that it was someone from the provincial department. He sighed exhaustedly, waved his hands and said, "Okay, let's go find it. The social impact of this incident is too great, so inform the Political Department to immediately issue a notice on the Internet... Try as much as possible..."

In the smoky conference room, Meng Shi looked up and met the tired faces after staying up all night fighting. He couldn't bear it, but he couldn't help but defend himself: "After all, he is Lao Wen's child, and he is still a minor. Reduce the impact."

Everyone understood and took orders one after another.

Meng Shi waved them off the meeting, and he quickly ran out after picking up the phone.

People from outside the city are coming and going, traffic is jammed, there are old people and children playing with park equipment in the park opposite, the world is noisy, everyone is in a hurry, vendors are chatting with each other, Meng Shi suddenly stands still as if he dare not step down the steps .

The footsteps behind him stopped as Meng Shi stopped.

Meng Shi turned his head, put down his phone, looked at the person coming and said, "Just say what you want, why are you still hesitating?"

Lu Qicong greedily smoked the cigarette in his hand, and when he heard this, he smiled and said, "What do you think of this?"

Meng Shi stared at Lu Qicong, he saw Lu Qicong's white hair at the temples, when Lu Qicong first came here, he couldn't get into it for a while, he was not used to it, and his eyes always had cold malice.

Meng Shi looked at Lu Qicong who had changed greatly, and said, "You and I are both old, let the young people see."