Street office where the wind lives

The video was shot at a very tricky angle, and it looked like the headline of the entertainment section, "The video of a certain male star's private meeting with a young model leaked" scandal, which can be described as very lewd.

But compared to the paparazzi who make a living out of spying on other people's privacy, the protagonist in the video is even more shameless.

There are three videos on the memory card that Wu Mian brought, each of which has almost the same content, all in the middle of the night, from midnight to early morning of the next day.Although the light is dark, the picture is stable. It should be time-lapse shooting with the camera set up in front of the window.

Only in the first ten minutes of the first paragraph, there was an extra total lunar eclipse with extremely poor shooting skills. As soon as the picture appeared on the projector, Wu Mian coughed violently, and a thin layer of red suddenly appeared on his face, "cough , this paragraph can be skipped." As he spoke, he was about to move the mouse, but Wei Nanfeng held it down, and said seriously, "Don't move, can you take care of it if you miss any important clues?"

Wu Mian: ... Hehe, I would have believed it if it wasn't for the smirk at the corner of your mouth.

So, everyone enjoyed a "thrilling" death mirror for free.As soon as it comes up, it is high-energy, the lens advances at a high speed, swaying aimlessly for a while, then slams back, and hits a moonlight as bright as day, then zooms out and enters focus-blur-focus ——A vague endless loop, and finally a standard national curse gently floated out of the screen——fuck│Your mother!The long 15 minutes is finally over...

The screening room fell into a silence like a memorial service, everyone was watching, not knowing what to say so as not to hit a minor's photography dream...

It was Wei Nanfeng who broke the deadlock by opening his mouth, with a suspicious expression on his face: "What did you use to shoot?"

The corner of Wu Mian's mouth twitched, feeling ominous: "Camera..."

Wei Nanfeng: "Oh, I thought it was a landline."

Wu Mian: ...Why should I speak up.

Wei Nanfeng asked again, "What brand is the camera?"

Wu Mian learned his lesson and became a little more cautious: "I'm not sure, patriot. What's wrong?"

Wei Nanfeng laughed lowly: "It's nothing. I think it can be called Light Chaser in the future."

Wu Mian almost wanted to bury his head in the ground: the ghost knows what I just went through...

After the shameful public execution, the screen returns to normal viewing distance.A black car slowly drove up under the dim street lights, and it happened to be parked in the corner between the bushes and the wall, hidden in the dark night, the camera moved quickly, and the exhaust pipe on the rear of the car could barely be seen.

Time passed by, and there was a pool of water stains under the exhaust pipe. Other than that, the picture was almost still.

Nie Yiming rubbed his sore eyes and turned up the playback frequency.The light on the screen gradually dimmed to the limit, and then brightened a little bit. The time in the video should be early in the morning.

Suddenly, Shen Qiuhao yelled, "Stop!"

Everyone tightened their nerves instantly, and gathered in front of the big screen: "What's wrong??"

"The screen moves forward," Shen Qiuhao said, Nie Yiming kicked the ground lightly, the swivel chair slid to the table, held the mouse and began to drag the progress bar, "Is this?"

"A little further ahead, okay, pause, and start playing from here."

Everyone held their breath and stared at the black car on the screen. The door was opened a crack, a leg wrapped in trousers stretched out, and a shiny pointed-toe leather shoe was on the foot.With just one glance, it can be seen that this person's taste is comparable to that of the fast-moving social shaker Sha Matt.

Then, Brother Youtou, who was dressed like a social person, came into everyone's field of vision. He still had a big head with few hairs but two catties of mousse.

Brother Youtou first waited and watched downstairs at Mrs. Huo's house for a while, then went to a small supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes, and he came out after 10 minutes. He should have chatted with the shop owner by the way, and when he came back, he leaned against the car door and smoked. After a while, he casually threw the cigarette butts on the ground, even if there was a trash can five meters away.Then I got in the car and started it, and drove away in a hurry, the wheels ran over the cigarette butts, leaving a charred black mark.

After that, the camera recorded for another half an hour, the sky was completely bright, and the first video ended here.

Brother Youtou's oily face has been whitened, and it looks much fresher.Nie Yiming walked up to him with a smile, and clacked the handcuffs on his trotters.

Then he turned handsomely and neatly, and clicked on the second video.

The second video is two days later, and the content is almost the same as the first one, except that Brother Youtou seems to have more supplies this time. When he got off the car to smoke in the morning, he threw away two large bags of takeaway garbage.

Luan Zhou has sharp eyes and can recognize it even through the screen, "It's Ma's Roast Chicken, sweet and spicy." He took a sip of saliva, "Next time you can try the new Sichuan flavor, correct me."

Shen Qiuhao seemed very interested, and asked: "Is it the two that are open face to face? I heard it last time I went, but unfortunately our boss is too picky, and we won't reimburse you for snacks after dinner." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Nie Yiming glanced like a knife.

Hearing Shen Qiuhao's complaint, Wei Nanfeng kept "tsk tsk tsk", stepped forward and patted Nie Yiming on the shoulder, and sighed: "It turns out that the poor welfare of the police station is really not a rumor. Team Nie, if you want to be a good leader, you must first Feed your men."

"I want to eat too, but I'm really busy with business. You don't know that I went all the way to Wuyi that day... Eh? Wait, what am I talking about?" Why did the situation suddenly develop in an inexplicable direction? Nie Yiming suddenly woke up , slapped the foodie soul that was about to move into the ground, managed to maintain the captain's prestige, shook off Wei Nanfeng's hand with a palm, slapped the table with a palm, and shouted: "Everyone, look for clues!!!"

Under Captain Nie's coercion, the topic of grilled chicken was temporarily interrupted, and it was changed to an appointment for supper at night. Of course, Captain Nie was still not brought to play.

Brother Youtou stayed in an air-conditioned room with a room temperature of 23 degrees. He broke out in a cold sweat, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in hair. It made people think of a disgusting food-water-filled pigs.

The shivering appearance of the water injection pig did not arouse the sympathy of the big guys. The third video was still ruthlessly clicked. has appeared.

Brother Youtou seemed very anxious, he kept circling under the street lights, and took out his mobile phone to look at it from time to time. During this period, he didn't return to the car, and his cigarette butts were scattered all over the ground.

At about four o'clock in the morning, it was the darkest hour before dawn, and there was a rush of mobile phone ringing. Due to the low resolution of the picture, I couldn't see the caller ID on the screen clearly, but I could see that Brother Youtou hesitated for a while , and did not pick up even after the call request ended.

Who could be calling so late?It must not be a colleague, could it be a lover?Or... Nie Yiming rested his jaw on both hands, narrowed his eyes, and involved himself in a brainstorm.

A few minutes later, the ringtone rang again, like a spell calling for death, and the screen reflected metallic light that was blindingly white in the night. This time, he ignored it and let the phone screen turn on and off, off and on again, and so on for half a day For an hour, it was completely dark, submerged in the boundless night, and no more calls came in.

Brother Youtou evacuated overnight and did not stay until morning. Before leaving, he picked up the cigarette butts one by one in a very "civilized" way and put them in his trouser pocket.

Seeing this, Luan Zhou pinched his nose and felt nauseated. After living for more than twenty years, he wanted to quit smoking for the first time.

The progress bar came to an end without a sound, and the black car and its owner never appeared again.

Everyone present, except for the mentally handicapped brother and sister, had more or less their own guesses.Nie Yiming propped up the table with both hands, kicked himself out of the chair, and shot him with a sharp eye. Brother Youtou trembled three times and almost lost his bladder.

"Tell me." He folded his arms to his chest, and asked with the attitude of an interrogator, "What are you doing downstairs with your mother?"

Brother Oily was so nervous that his teeth were chattering, he kept hemming and hawing, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "It's been too long since I've been home, go back and have a look... haha... have a look."

"Hmph" sneered, Nie Yiming rushed over, picked up his collar, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "You are so filial, why don't you go and sit down?"

The cowardly nature of Brother Youtou's mother's womb is fully exposed at this moment. Facing the ferocious police captain in front of him, he is limp and boneless, like a lost dog who has been kicked out of the house.

"Wouldn't it be great to watch my mother's call for survival be hung up, don't you wish you could be there and watch her die with your own eyes?"

I can’t tell that Nie still has the potential to extract a confession by torture. I guess what he said is the same as the truth. It's normal to get sick. When the time comes, you will cry, make trouble, hang yourself, put on a regretful face that you want to support but don't want to be loved, and talk a few words about drinking too much last night. When you wake up and see a missed call, hurry up I rushed over, I didn’t expect this to happen. The neighbors sympathized with you and organized a cheap and grand funeral for your mother. As the legal first heir, you don’t need to pay a penny, and you can get the real estate naturally. Without the hands of a lawyer, your stupid sister won't get a piece of the pie."

He patted Brother Youtou's face with the back of his hand, and made a crisp sound: "It's just a close call. Your wish has come to nothing. Oh, what a pity."

Brother Youtou was forced to back up again and again, hitting the bookcase with his back, like a dying fish on a chopping board.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He was already a little incoherent, and his walnut-sized brain couldn't think of a countermeasure in a short time. "I drank too much last night, but I don't remember anyone calling. If you don't believe me, you can check My call log."

"Very good, I know how to destroy evidence." Nie Yiming smiled inexplicably, "Your old mother, who lives alone, fell ill at home alone, lying on the ground with her last breath, because she couldn't tell the address of her home, she didn't call 120." Call for help, and the first reaction is to call you, her most trusted son, son!"

"No...it's not..."

Nie Yiming: "But she didn't expect that the son she misses day and night is now standing downstairs in her house, pinching the watch and waiting for her to die. Her call for help actually led to hell!"

The corners of Brother Youtou's mouth cracked into a ferocious arc, making his whole face even more hideous, and he let out a low sneer from his throat: "Captain Nie, you don't know, my mother often calls in the middle of the night, talking about things that don't matter. They were either persuading me to get married or urging me to go home for dinner, I was really sleepy last night, thinking that she had nothing important to do, so I didn't pick up, this is not too much."

Nie Yiming stared at the pair of deformed triangular eyes, and there was a chill in his eyes.

"Deng dong dong", there was a rapid and severe knock on the door, "evidence department!" The forensic doctor's impatient voice sounded outside the door—a person with multiple jobs is amazing.

Nie Yiming opened the door, and a transparent file bag was thrown at his face, "Mrs. Huo's cell phone, the last call was confirmed to be her son. And the medical examination report from three months ago was found in the car. In the late stage of the tumor, the cause of death is this, the increase in intracranial pressure caused by systemic circulatory failure, dyspnea, and shock."

If it wasn't for the fear of death, Nie Yiming would have wanted to kiss him: "Honey, you came too soon!"

Mr. Forensic Doctor's handsome and aggressive face was twisted into an emoji in an instant: Very disgusted. An npc that sends health bars.

The physical examination report was thrown on the table in a whiz, and Captain Nie put his hands on his hips in a fit of anger, "You started squatting three months ago, but you were discovered by Wu Mian on the day of the total lunar eclipse. Survival of brain tumors in the late stage The rate is extremely low, but you told your mother that the test results were all normal. In order to create an alibi, you have not been home for dinner in the past three months, and you rarely make phone calls, leaving the old lady alone to face death. Once the matter was revealed, the medical examination report was also carried with me, and if it was found out, it was said that the old man would not be able to bear it when he was too old, so he kept hiding it."

"Look, look, what a high-sounding excuse it is."

In the end, the oily head brother's pupils were already dilated, and he slumped on the chair, the blood on his face faded, like a discarded bag of white flour, which rotted and stinks in a shady corner.

Until the police station sent someone to escort him out of the police station, he looked like a walking dead.

"Nie Yiming's meritorious service this time, should be able to be promoted, and he will probably be transferred to the bureau." Wei Nanfeng looked at the direction the police car was leaving, and said to Luan Zhou.

"Really, congratulations to him, he can't justify it without a meal."

Facing the sunset, Director Xiao Wei stretched his back and put his arms on Luan Zhou's shoulders: "You can still talk poorly, it shows that the psychological trauma has healed, so you won't rush to hug me and cry again, right? The boss is not a small person, let's be more reserved next time."

A sharp gaze slashed across, Luan Zhou's ten knuckles creaked, he hadn't moved his muscles for a long time...

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, two young figures overlap and overlap, chasing all the way to the depths of Xiwei.

Everyone has to jump into the melting pot of society for a lifetime of experience. Some people are turned into slick old foxes and capitalists who drink blood and eat meat.And some people, who have gone through thousands of sails, punished evil and eliminated traitors, and unsheathed the dragon spring on their waists, are still the righteous young men.