Human ladder

I don't know how long it took, Lu Congqi sat in the middle of a pile of debris, surrounded by pieces of paper scattered all over the ground, white flowers, it is a spectacle.

He was so dispirited that he grabbed the debris on the ground with his fingers convulsively, only to realize later that there was nothing left for him to tear at home.

The sound of smashing things is too loud, the sound insulation here is not good, and neighbors will knock on the door.

He even had to be careful about this kind of venting collapse.

The place where Lu Congqi lived was not well lit, surrounded by newly built buildings to block the sunlight, and with the curtains closed, it was difficult to distinguish day from night, but he seemed to be used to waiting for the dawn.

Lu Congqi raised his head as if feeling something, and caught the first trace of clarity in the cracks in the curtains.

Lu Congqi felt tired, so he got up in embarrassment and went to the bathroom to wash up.

For him this night, it seemed that he finally fainted from exhaustion.

Lu Congqi raised his head from the washstand and looked at himself in the mirror.

No matter what, he will not give people the feeling of being too embarrassed, even if his hair is disheveled at the moment, his eyes are bloodshot, which may be due to his outstanding temperament and appearance, but it will not make people think of the word "wool" at first glance.

Lu Congqi poured a handful of cold water on his face, as if trying to regain his sanity.

He waited for the dawn, so that he could cover the darkness of the night with a ray of sunshine outside, and blend in with the busyness and dignity of this city.

Lu Congqi pushed open the door, and suddenly saw the bottle of meth compound water that Ming Xun gave him last night. He hesitated for a while, but finally put it in his pocket, got up and went straight to the city bureau.

Lu Cong arrived early, just in time for the morning and evening shifts. When the cafeteria just opened, he simply followed others to step on the opening table, swiped his meal card and ordered freshly ground soybean milk and siu mai for himself.

There are not many people in the canteen at this time, but people have come in one after another. After Lu Congqi greeted them one by one, he found a place to put down the plate.

When he looked up, he saw Meng Shi gnawed on fried dough sticks with his head down and didn't notice him. There were three dining tables between the two of them.

Until the two of them finished their meal peacefully, Lu Congqi went to return the plate, and Meng Shi also swallowed the last mouthful of fried dough sticks, and got up back and forth.

Lu Congqi had no choice but to say hello: "Meng Ju is good."

Meng Shi smiled indifferently while wiping his oily hands: "How bad is your eyesight?"

"Myopia, sorry."

Meng Shi put down the dinner plate and said indifferently: "That's right, you are a good student."

Lu Congqi should be used to being praised, and instead of giving any extra color, he sneered, and said indifferently: "I want to go to Tsinghua University."

"Oh? Tsinghua has a high score."

Lu Congqi had eaten and drank enough, and the corners of his eyes were crooked with a smile: "It's not bad, the score line in [-] was the highest, and there is no other higher score."

Before Meng Shi could speak further, he saw Sun Ziang grab Lu Congqi's shoulder from behind and said to him, "Lu Congqi, I was looking for you. What did you call me just now?"

Only then did Sun Ziang see Meng Shi call out: "Meng Ju."

Meng Shi waved his hand to signal that they had something to say in advance.

Lu Congqi said to Sun Ziang: "I saw the news that the group asked to gather... I can't find the way."

Sun Ziang didn't take it seriously either, and pushed Lu Congqi out as if he was running for his life: "Fuck, they've already left now, don't let the road team catch you and scold you early in the morning."

When Lu Congqi took a taxi at his own expense and arrived at the crime scene with his grandson Ang, Lu Qicong was standing at the door with a cigarette in his mouth, and he was even more angry when he saw Lu Congqi.

"Are you here on vacation? Why haven't you received any reply to the messages in the group?"

"Why didn't you catch up with the action?!"

Lu Congqi was wronged, he never expected that Lu Qicong would actually stop here because of these things, and he could only be honestly scolded for a while.

Since the incident, the clubhouse has been closed for rectification. When Lu Qicong finally let him in, Lu Congqi saw the clubhouse owner nodding and bowing behind Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was so annoyed that he stopped for the umpteenth time and pointed at that person and said, "Again, I want the information of all your employees, do you understand? There is also the information of the person on duty on the day of the incident."

Lu Congqi hurriedly trotted over, and was about to apologize when Zhao Feng interrupted impatiently: "Okay, okay, hurry up and see if there is the possibility you imagined?"

Lu Congqi didn't talk nonsense, he first came to the scene of the crime according to his memory, and then slightly imitated Tianyan's course of action, first pushed open the door of the crime scene, and he noticed that the house number on it was still Yunshuijian.

However, walking further ahead happened to be a blind spot of the surveillance video, so Lu Congqi pushed aside one by one to have a look at the private rooms, and most of the furnishings in the private rooms were quite different.

The manager of the clubhouse was bringing over those who were on duty that day, and Zhao Feng personally asked, "April NO.20, what are you doing?"

"I……"

Lu Congqi listened to a few words in his ears, then bent down on the door and knocked the crack of the door intently.

Everyone performed their duties, and for a while, no one paid attention to what Lu Congqi was doing.

Lu Congqi found the third-to-last private room, leaned on the door and looked at it for a while, then took a few steps back, and opened the door forcefully—the layout of the room was similar to that of Yunshuijian. Lu Congqi stood outside the door and looked at it. He said with more certainty: "Found it."

Zhao Feng stopped to ask questions, walked quickly to the door that Lu Congqi was pointing at, and signaled the people behind him not to go in, he asked, "How are you sure?"

Lu Congqi pointed to the classically inlaid number plate on the door, and motioned Zhao Feng to follow his line of sight: "The number plate has been changed, and it is now the Yanyu Building, but it was Yunshuijian on the day of the incident—no, there is a replacement here." traces of the past."

Zhao Feng looked on his stomach and found that there were traces of rubbing on the door. He pondered for a while, then turned and asked the waiter on duty that day: "Who asked you to change the name of the card!"

The manager of the clubhouse was obviously anxious, kicked the man, and asked, "Chen Lan, hurry up and be honest, who asked you to change it."

The waiter named Chen Lan was only in his twenties, wearing a uniform attire, and now he realized the seriousness of the matter and began to feel a little scared: "I... I didn't do anything, I just contacted you online He said he wanted to prepare a surprise for his friend, and asked me to do you a favor... I'm just doing you a favor!"

Zhao Feng cursed secretly, threw the man aside, and urged: "Take him back to the team."

Lu Congqi didn't know what to think. He obviously didn't agree with the move of bringing Chen Lan back to the bureau. In his opinion, this was just a confirmation of his train of thought, following a direction of train of thought.

What can a waiter know?

The other party dared to show the police the corpse in such a blatant manner, and it seemed that the police's action planning was all in his plan from the beginning.

He knew the plan of action between Lu Qicong and Yan's, and he also expected that Yan's, who was in a mess, would find the wrong private room.

Then, he bumped into something he shouldn't have seen, and was silenced.

Then, Lu Congqi and Zhao Feng went to Yan's house, and no matter what time of day it was, they would always find Yan's body.

Seeing that Lu Congqi's brows were getting deeper and deeper, Zhao Feng stood at the end of the corridor and stared ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

He sighed, and realized that Lu Congqi's thoughts were unusually heavy, so he asked him, "So what exactly did you see that day?"

Lu Congqi said: "Captain Zhao, don't you understand? Yan's will die no matter what he sees. He didn't watch the No.1 victim's murder process in the computer records, and the laptop is neither his nor the murderer. of!"

"From the very beginning, there was another group of people who first committed suicide, and then deliberately pushed the mirage in front of us, making it closely related to the case and attracting our attention."

Lu Congqi seemed a little depressed, and his voice sounded weak: "I picked an unknown person, and the murderer jumped off the building to die. Going around for a mirage - the only uncontrollable thing is Yan's."

Zhao Feng: "So what exactly is that thing?"

Looking at the open private room, Lu Congqi seemed to see a staggering figure from Yan that night. He thought that everything was going according to plan.

If he is successful, he will be considered a meritorious service.

Unexpectedly, from the very beginning, he was just a pawn to promote the development of the storyline.

Seeing that Lu Congqi didn't answer him, Zhao Feng waved his hand to call for people to check Chen Lan's social account thoroughly.

Because of Lu Congqi's remarks, the Bureau attached great importance to the mirage website and began to focus on cracking the keys to other entrances to the mirage.

And the source of the so-called holy meat was also mentioned by Lu Qicong: "Many people now go to the website to buy by themselves, and deliver the goods to their door. It is safe and there is no need to run around. The realization once again points to this mirage website.

In view of the fact that the source of everything and even the real culprit behind the scenes may come from this website called Mirage, the bureau adjusted the direction of the case and focused on the thorough investigation and monitoring of Mirage.

Xu Linqing almost became a national treasure figure of the Municipal Bureau for a while, but everyone knew that this meant that the case had entered a bottleneck period.

Three lives - the murderer jumped off the building, leaving behind more unknown things under the Internet, and the exposing of such arrogance to provoke or open the door to the police?

In short, the report submitted by Zhao Feng and Lu Qicong's two detachments is a mess, and has been beaten back several times by Meng Shi with scolding and tearing.

Lu Congqi is still a young rookie who is called around to run errands to do errands. This incident made him stand out, but that's all.

He has always followed Sun Tzuang busy with his eyesight, and now he is changing the water in the water dispenser in the public area, and he simply and neatly carried the bucket to change a bucket for Zhao Feng's office.

Lu Congqi took this opportunity to quickly look at the furnishings in the office. Seeing that there was no one around, and no one was paying attention to him, Lu Congqi quickly mixed the drug compound water Ming Xu gave him into it.

Just at this time, Zhao Feng also wiped the saliva all over his face, turned his head angrily and shouted to Meng Ju: "How can I know something that network security experts can't figure out? What Meng Ju's report said is the truth, you have to Admit it!"

Meng Shi cursed something across the office, which caused Zhao Feng to blush.

"Captain Zhao, do you really dare to hand in the report?"

Zhao Feng crossed his hips: "Who told him to urge?! Wouldn't this happen if he didn't urge?!"

Lu Congqi poked his head and all his colleagues in the office watched Zhao Feng unconvinced and knocked on Mengju's door begging for mercy, only to receive another scolding from Meng Shi.

Everyone laughed, Lu Congqi watched this almost daily scene and laughed slowly.