Rebirth of the Double-faced Superstar

Fu Xindong saw Lin Fan who had parked his car on the side of the road. He was leaning against the car door and smoking a cigarette. His strong and slender body under a police uniform looked powerful, and his face, which was very similar to his own complexion, attracted many people. The eyes of passers-by.

"It's dark!"

Seeing Fu Xindong approaching, Lin Fan opened the trunk with a cigarette in his mouth, helped him put his luggage in, and squeezed out three words.

"Not as dark as you."

Fu Xindong stretched out his hand to ask him for a cigarette, and at the same time swept the crowd out of the station.

In the turbulent crowd, he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

Lin Fan lifted up and handed him a cigarette, lit the lighter for him, and leaned against the car door again, as if he had no intention of getting into the car immediately.

Fu Xindong took a deep puff of his cigarette and looked at his watch, "Why did the leader make such a big fuss?"

Looking at Lin Fan who didn't even change his police uniform, Fu Xindong knew that he must have come directly from the police station, and he had to bring himself back to the police station directly from the airport.

Lin Fan also took a deep breath and looked into Fu Xindong's eyes, "Your master, the old political commissar was killed."

Seeing that Fu Xindong's hand trembled, he subconsciously wanted to catch the cigarette for him, but the cigarette dangled between Fu Xindong's fingers, and finally it did not fall out.

Lin Fan and Fu Xindong were college alumni. Fu Xindong was two years older than him. After graduation, he joined the Municipal Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Although the two of them have no common growth experience, they both have a hard-faced temperament at first glance.On the outside, the height and size of the two people are also very similar, and they both have bronze skin and black hair, which looks very healthy and sturdy.

A few young girls in the team gave the two tall, mighty and taciturn guys a combination name of "Xiaoerhei" behind their backs, and they were shouted out in the team after they came and went.

Because he came from the same school, and his position was subordinate, Lin Fan knew better than anyone else the relationship between Fu Xindong, a senior brother, and the old political commissar.

"The captain wants to tell you formally after you arrive at the station. I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable outside. I'll say it now to give you a buffer." Lin Fan stomped the cigarette butt under his feet and opened the car door.

Fu Xindong's eyebrows, which were heavy in ink, were furrowed tightly, and the corners of his mouth were trying to control the trembling unconsciously. He smoked the cigarette in his hand one after another, "What about Jiang Feng?" His voice was already a little hoarse.

"She's fine. She was hospitalized when the accident happened. She's still in the hospital. The nanny is watching." Lin Fan held the car door and watched as Fu Xindong also stepped on the cigarette butt, lowering his head and crushing it vigorously.

Jiang Feng is the only daughter of Jiang Yicheng, a retired political commissar of the Public Security Bureau. She is nearly [-] years old. Her mother has passed away for many years, and the father and daughter have always been dependent on each other. Jiang Feng has been born mentally handicapped since the day he was born.

Fu Xindong nodded slowly. The cigarette butts under his feet had been crushed into a little powder. He opened the co-pilot's door, "Let's go!"

"Little Xixilun's family misses you! Hurry up and show your brother if he has lost weight in the past few days."

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of a van in front of Lin Fan's car. A man with moderate obesity, short stature, and wearing a lemon yellow sweater twisted his waist, which was not at all slender, and rushed towards a man who was walking towards him.

Fu Xindong and Lin Fan subconsciously glanced at his charming voice, which was in sharp contrast to Round Lemon's figure.

The starlet named Luoxi and the short and fat lemon man warmly hugged each other, "You don't supervise me again, have you lost weight! By the way, Viagra, is there any news about Ye Guizhou in the past two days? How about it?" Is it? The signal is not good in the mountains, and I haven’t used the Internet seriously for several days.”

"Get in the car and say get in the car, brother, let me tell you, the past few days when you go to film, Beijing is very lively!"

The two talked and laughed and walked to the front of the van. Lemon Huang twisted his waist and swayed his hips and got into the driver's seat. Luo Xi, who was about to lift his foot into the car, stopped suddenly. He saw Lin Fan and Fu Xindong in police uniforms behind the car , his eyes turned back and forth on the two of them, and his eyes fell on Fu Xindong's face.

Fu Xindong also saw the gaze he was looking at him, and nodded slightly. Luo Xi suddenly compared the position of Fu Xindong's lower body with his hands, blinked, made an apologetic gesture with both hands, and turned to get on the car.

Fu Xindong's heavy and gloomy face inexplicably relaxed a little under his naughty action.

Lin Fan looked at Fu Xindong curiously, "Know him?"

"Seat next door on the plane." Fu Xindong replied lightly, leaned over and got into the car.

"It looks familiar." Lin Fan muttered.

In front, Luo Xi's car has already left.

Along the way, Fu Xindong smoked silently, and the two of them did not speak for a long time.

"No clue?" Fu Xindong asked in a low voice, looking at the trees that were gradually springing up outside the window.

"No." Lin Fan stared straight ahead, he knew what the other party was asking.

"Can't you see any motive?" Fu Xindong glanced sideways at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan nodded at him, "Not at all."

Fu Xindong blew out a smoke ring, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "It's miserable?"

"Well, the carotid artery was cut, and the blood was almost bleeding, and...the genitals were cut off." Lin Fan's calm tone had a hint of anger.

"Fuck!" Fu Xindong finally cursed viciously.

Because the night shift was increased, the female colleague who took the record was put back in the team, and a single guy was replaced.

The result of a room full of males is that the meeting room is filled with thick smoke. If someone who doesn't know the inside story breaks in, he must think that the room is on fire.

Fu Xindong felt that there was a fire burning in his chest, and he was dry and bored. After a while, he had already drank two bottles of mineral water.

At the beginning of the meeting, the team leader asked Director Jin and the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation to say a few words to everyone. Director Jin waved his hand, "Don't talk about that nonsense, this meeting will decide one thing today. Everyone in Lao Jiang's case Got it." He glanced at Fu Xindong across the way, "Xiao Fu also knows, right? Well, this case is very strange. Although only one person died, it's not a major vicious case, but..."

He paused, his eyes scanned the faces of everyone on the conference table, and his voice was dignified with excitement, "However, the murderer killed a retired cadre of the Public Security Bureau, and the method is so perverted and cruel, the murderer is really courageous." Xiao, Su Jun and Xiao Fu, you should get started. The criminals have already challenged us, and rumors are flying everywhere in the society. If the murderer is caught as soon as possible, can Lao Jiang close his eyes? Our group can still do it at night. Can you sleep well?"

The carbon pen in Fu Xindong's hand had already scratched a deep hole in the notebook. When the director said that the old political commissar could not close his eyes, his hand clenched the pen holder tightly, making a "click" sound.

The meeting set up a task force for the case, with Fu Xindong as the team leader, and Lin Fan and several experienced police officers deployed into the team. The entire brigade must now concentrate on solving this case.

The meeting is over.

Although the meeting was resumed immediately after the long-distance flight, Fu Xindong did not feel tired at all.He didn't go home in a hurry, but came to his office.

The file cabinet behind the desk is full of various books and materials, and there are also many photos of past trainings, meetings or awards.

He walked slowly to the cabinet, reached out and picked up a group photo of a large number of people from among the photos.

It was a graduation photo of the "Hundred Days of Troop Training" a few years ago. A large group of young and energetic police officers stood in several rows. In the middle of the front row was a thin old man with gray hair. Fu Xindong was standing beside him. .

The old man in the photo has a resolute and heroic face, but there is a fatherly kindness in his wrinkled eyes. It is the retired old political commissar Jiang Yicheng.

Fu Xindong rubbed his fingers back and forth on the smooth photo frame. From the moment Lin Fan knew that the victim was the old political commissar, there was an indescribable emotion running back and forth between his brain and chest, like A raging fire met an anger with nowhere to vent, and the wild flames burned fiercely, making his mouth dry and chest tight, and he was almost out of breath.

Jiang Yicheng is a man who is half master and half father to Fu Xindong.

When Fu Xindong was in junior high school, his parents, who were also laid-off workers, had reached a stage of emotional incompatibility. After several separations and reunions, they finally divorced.From then on, my father went south, and apart from sending him the maintenance money as required in the first few years, he disappeared without a trace.

Fu's mother, who has a stubborn personality, dragged him to grow up alone in difficulties, set up a stall as a hawker, and struggled. A middle-aged woman relied on her ruthlessness to fight for a job in that era when opportunities were better. family business, and entrusted Fu Xindong to college.

Fu Xindong hadn't seen his father since junior high school, and his mother was too busy outside every day to take care of him at all.

He was in adolescence, and since then he has developed an increasingly silent and stubborn character. He cooks, studies, and cleans by himself, and manages a house that his mother has no time to take care of.

Eating the meals and soup he made by himself, Fu Xindong, who had no one to take care of him, still grew into Kong Wu's powerful big man in high school. With his excellent academic performance and physical condition, he was finally admitted to the police officer in Jingbei City that he had always dreamed of. School.

At this time, Jiang Yicheng was following the internal requirements of the public security system, from the police station to the police academy as political secretary, and worked for four years.

In the past four years, he gradually got to know and fell in love with Fu Xindong, a top business student among the students, and finally recruited him to the Beijing North Municipal Bureau, which is difficult for ordinary people to enter after he returned to the bureau.

Whether it was the four years in the police academy or the stage when Fu Xindong first joined the police, Jiang Yicheng can be said to have cared for this beloved apprentice. An old man who is not happy.

However, such a person would encounter such a perverted and brutal criminal, and would die without a whole body!

Fu Xindong's teeth clicked in his mouth.

Someone knocked on the door, and Fu Xindong heard Lin Fan's rhythm, and let out an "um" from his nose.

Lin Fan, who was holding a stack of documents in his hand, saw the photo in Fu Xindong's hand at a glance, and frowned.

"Knowing that you didn't leave, I brought over the photos of the early scene and some technical analysis results. Take a look...Boss, take it easy."

Fu Xindong put down the photo frame in his hand, and after a slight hesitation, he took the photos and materials from Ye Fan.

Looking at the face that became darker and darker as he flipped through the photos, Lin Fan just wanted to say something when Fu Xindong at the desk suddenly threw the photo out of his hand and punched it on the table. There was a loud bang.

The next day, Fu Xindong who had only slept for a few hours woke up early.

This is a physiological habit he has developed as a well-trained policeman and single for many years. Every morning, even if he has not woken up, the eager "son" under him will always straighten up before him.

Fu Xindong is used to doing a set of morning exercises for his "son" every morning. After all, he is in his early thirties. If his "son" doesn't stop in the morning, he will feel weak all day long.

With a low muffled hum, he felt that his mood, which had been depressed for a long time last night, seemed to have been relieved.

Only at this time did he feel a faint pain in his right hand after morning exercises.

The Band-Aid on the joints on the back of the hand was probably not sticky enough, and half of it came loose, exposing the wound that was scratched by the crack of the desk when it was smashed last night.

He smiled bitterly, called Lin Fan, told him that he would not go to the bureau, and asked him to drive over and go directly to the city hospital.

He wanted to see Lin Feng, and at the same time, he also wanted to know something from the nanny.

Putting down the phone, Fu Xindong thought for a while, and called up the photos in the phone.

There are some photos of the scene that he took after he calmed down last night, which are stored in his mobile phone for easy reference and analysis at any time.

On the screen was a photo of the scene that he had been pondering since he got home last night. In the photo was the floor of the living room of the old political commissar's house, with a large pool of blood dripping on it.

Obviously, the bloodstains had already dried up when the police took pictures, and the black blood stains became more and more obvious on the milky white floor tiles.

Among the bloodstains, one is a little skewed, but it can be seen that it is a complete "harm" character. In the upper right corner of the "harm" character, there is also a short small letter.

In addition to the word "harm" and a small apostrophe, there is also a curve drawn by the deceased with blood, which is short and looks a bit like continuous hills.In the middle of the curve, there is a clear gap.

Lin Fan told him that the blood-stained finger of the old political commissar finally landed on the line, which should have been drawn with his last effort before he died.

Fu Xindong stared at the phone, as if he wanted to imprint that picture firmly in his mind.

He knew the meaning of Lin Fan's words. Although the old political commissar had worked as a political worker in Gong'ankou for many years and had not been involved in too many criminal cases in recent years, his professionalism and rich experience in the past allowed him What was left at the critical moment must be clues related to the criminal.

Lin Fan's car arrived, and Fu Xindong put on his police uniform. In the full-length mirror in front of the door, there was a handsome police officer who had washed his face but forgot to shave, but his handsome and haggard face seemed to be covered with a layer of blackness. cloud.

"Let me drive!"

Looking at the police car downstairs, Fu Xindong raised his chin to Lin Fan, who was leaning against the car door to smoke, and signaled him to go to the co-pilot.

"Then I'll sit in the back seat, it's probably safer."

Lin Fan put out the cigarette butt, grinned at Fu Xindong, but went around to the co-pilot and got in.

The police car galloped away like a cheetah carrying a fury.

The hospital where Jiang Feng was hospitalized was in the north of Beijing City. It was said to be a general hospital famous for treating mental illness.It took Fu Xindong nearly a third faster than usual to arrive at the side entrance of the hospital, which is closer to the parking lot inside the hospital. Jiang Feng has often been hospitalized here over the years. Fu Xindong has been here many times, so he is familiar with it. .

"I'm going to jump out of the car if I don't get there anymore." Lin Fan glanced at Fu Xindong, who had an expressionless face, and stepped on the accelerator after entering the gate.

Jiang Feng's hospitalization here was not for mental reasons, because she was born with a mentally handicapped child and had no chance of treatment long ago.

She was born with a weak body and didn't know how to take care of herself. Although she had a nanny, she was always much worse than normal people.So Jiang Yicheng used his relationship to help his daughter contact this hospital before his death. Every time Jiang Feng had a physical problem and needed to be admitted to the hospital, he came to this hospital for treatment. The main reason was that her mental problems could be more tolerated here. In hospitals, it is much more difficult.

Fu Xindong and Lin Fan didn't speak much all the way, their slightly dark complexions concealed the gloomy emotions on their faces. On the elevator leading to the ward, two girls kept secretly looking at these two tall and cool police officers, their eyes It's full of half-veiled admiration for handsome guys in uniform.

Jiang Feng's ward is a relatively high-end single room, which is the innermost room in the ward area.The two of them walked quickly towards the end of the corridor, wondering if they had auditory hallucinations suddenly, Fu Xindong felt that he heard a woman's uninterrupted, crisp and excited laughter, getting closer.

He and Lin Fan looked at each other, and from the other's eyes, he knew that this was not his illusion.

Walking to the door of Jiang Feng's ward, Fu Xindong's eyebrows were tightly knit together.The laughter really came from this ward, it was Jiang Feng's laughter.

Just when the door of the ward was about to be opened, an elderly woman in the room raised her voice slightly, "Xiaofeng! Don't laugh like that, Auntie feels panicked. Good boy, if you don't understand in your heart, you won't You have to know that this is good or bad, your father is dead, even if you can't cry, you can't keep laughing!"

The uninterrupted laughter suddenly stopped, "Don't talk nonsense, my dad made me laugh, he always made me laugh, always asked me to laugh for him, saying I look good when I smile, but I don't Laughing for him, I just think that one day when he dies, I will laugh again so that he will never be able to see it, haha!"

For some reason, Jiang Feng's seemingly ignorant words made Fu Xindong in front of the door feel an inexplicable chill.

The author has something to say: Your ignorance has never been worse than that of a widow and a weak son