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"Send me the report address, and I'll go directly."

"No address!" Shen Lin hurriedly said, "Screams continued to come from the alarm line, and they hung up after nearly a minute. They didn't respond when they asked what happened! Lianyi has gone to check the dial-up base station!"

"... Send me the audio." Yan Cun said.

Shen Lin responded, and hurriedly sent the recording file to Yan Cun.

Yan Cun took out the Bluetooth headset from his pocket, put it on, and listened intently for a while—there was no distress signal from the reporting line, nor did he indicate his address coordinates, only the scream of a girl coming from a little farther away.

After the audio was played, Wen Lianyi's voice came from the communicator.

"Team Yan!" Wen Lianyi said anxiously, "The location of the base station is confirmed to be between No. 40 and No. 43 of Chongning Avenue. The exact coordinates will have to wait for a while!"

"understood."

He walked a few steps away, raised his eyes, and met Ji Liao who was approaching him. After exchanging glances, he continued: "Let Shenlin lead the police. Jingze Ji Liao and I happen to be near Chongning Avenue."

After hanging up the phone, he briefly explained the situation to Ji Liao, called Zhang Jingze and walked towards the parking lot.

Ji Liao threw the car keys at Xiao Zhiyu, said "Go back by yourself", and quickly followed Zhang Jingze's car.

Yan Cun opened the audio file just now again, and gave Ji Liao an earphone.

"There are noisy voices and music in the background of the recording, which is most likely in a bar or a KTV," he analyzed at a faster pace. "The screaming is far away from the receiver of the mobile phone. There are two possibilities. One is that the victim After the person dialed the police number, he struggled with other people and caused the phone to drop, and the second was that other people helped to call the police."

"Check the bars and KTVs in the nearby streets, hurry up!" Li Shenlin and the others said through the communicator.

Ji Liao expressed his guess: "The call lasted for 1 minute and then hung up on its own. It is more likely that other people will help to call the police, but it is also possible that the perpetrator found out and forcibly terminated the call."

Yan Cun nodded: "Yes."

"Team Yan..." Wen Lianyi's voice sounded from the communicator, "I found out that the registered name of the owner is... Lu Xiaorui!"

"...!?" Zhang Jingze said in disbelief, "Lu Xiaorui? Why is it her?!"

"Understood," Yan Cun responded, and raised his hand to pat the front driver's seat, "Take off the communicator first, pay attention to driving safety."

"Ah, good!" Zhang Jingze hastily muted the communicator first.

"You are familiar with this area," Yan Cun turned to look at Ji Liao, and asked, "Are there any smaller bars or KTVs nearby?"

Slightly more formal and larger entertainment venues will not be indifferent if a homicide occurs, and they have to wait for the police to find them by themselves.

Ji Liao concentrated on recalling for a while, said "yes", and reported the names of several nearby small bars one by one.

Yan Cun tried to activate his metaphysics skill with a low success rate - intuition.

"Continue to report," he said solemnly, "Report the large ones as well."

Ji Liao reported the names of nearby entertainment venues one by one, and finally when he said the word 'Fenglin', Yan Cun raised his hand and stopped him.

He leaned forward, swiped his finger on the navigator, and said, "Go here."

Intuition didn't actually tell the answer, but he vaguely remembered hearing the location 'Fenglin' ​​somewhere.

So Zhang Jingze slammed on the accelerator, parked the car in front of the large chain bar 'Fenglin' ​​at No. 42 Chongning Avenue, got out of the car with Yancun, and showed his work card directly to the hotel front desk.

The moment he saw the work permit and police uniform clearly, the face of the front desk turned pale instantly.

"Team Yan!" Wen Lianyi said, "The exact location has been located! The coordinates have been sent to you!"

Yan Cun let out a "hmm", pulled out his mobile phone, opened the map and entered the coordinates - the address of the report phone is exactly at No. 42 Chongning Avenue, which is where they are now.

"Jingze, wait here for others to come."

He threw down a sentence and searched up the floor.

Ji Liao came to his senses, and followed up in three steps at a time. He put on a bluetooth headset and dialed Xiao Zhiyu's phone number, and said, "What's the situation with that 'Fenglin' ​​on Chongning Avenue?"

The Xiao family is engaged in the entertainment and film industry. A few years ago, Ji Shuwang entered the entertainment industry thanks to Xiao Zhiyu’s care. It is understood that he has had more or less contact with the bar industry in recent years. He may have a better understanding of these things .

"'Fenglin'?" The voice on the other end of the phone paused, "Are you in 'Fenglin'?"

"What's wrong with Fenglin?" Ji Liao quickly followed Yan Cun, put one of the bluetooth earphones into his ear, and said, "Don't waste time, tell me!"

"...I remember that Fenglin is not very good," Xiao Zhiyu sensed that the situation here was wrong, and he said seriously, "I heard that the boss illegally transformed the second basement floor into a private club, and only people in the circle and those big bosses can do it." Enter."

Ji Liao hurriedly said: "Ask where to enter, hurry up!"

Immediately there was a dialing sound from the other end of the phone, and after a while, Xiao Zhiyu hurriedly answered: "The small elevator at the corner of the fourth floor with the safety exit!"

Yan Cun immediately turned around when he heard the words, rushed up the stairs to the fourth floor, gasped and said to the communicator: "Fourth floor, emergency exit, elevator room, second basement floor."

At this time, Shen Lin had also arrived at the lobby of the 'Fenglin' ​​bar, ordered others to block the door, and pressed the elevator to go to the fourth floor.

Yan Cun and Ji Liao successfully found the small elevator hidden on the side of the emergency exit, reached out and pressed 'B2' at the same time, rushed into the private club on the second basement floor, kicked open the doors of the boxes in the corridor one by one, and then they were in the third room Seeing Lu Xiaorui, whose limbs were messily tied up with hemp rope, convulsed all over, and collapsed on the ground with weak breathing.

Yan Cun immediately dialed the 120 emergency number.

Broken glasses were scattered on the ground at the scene. On the sofa in the box not far away, a young man was painting on a drawing board with blurred eyes and holding a gouache. The exposed men and women in the room were all drunk and paralyzed on the ground.

Ji Liao reached out to check Lu Xiaorui's breath, put on his gloves, and collected the glass shards on the ground beside her.

"Did you take medicine?" Yan Cun asked.

"Well," Ji Liao nodded, "It looks like a symptom of overtaking sleeping pills."

Shen Lin and Zhang Jingze arrived at the scene one step later, broke into the box, and were stunned by this weird and chaotic scene for a while.

Ji Liao looked around, as if he found something, he walked quickly to the young man leaning on the sofa, grabbed his forearm and pressed it to the side - there were traces of drug injection in the veins of his arm.

"Contact the anti-drug detachment," Yan Cun turned his head and said something to Shen Lin, with a solemn expression, "Ji Liao, check to see if other people have injected drugs."

"it is good."

Ji Liao responded, and looked at the veins in the forearms of the other people on the ground one by one.

"Su, Su Haiyuan...?"

Zhang Jingze squinted his eyes to identify the facial features of the person on the sofa for a while, then suddenly his body was shocked, and he took a step back in disbelief: "Why...how could it be..."

"?" Yan Cunwen turned to Zhang Jingze, "Who is he?"

"He is...he is a painter I liked very much before," Zhang Jingze murmured, "It's that painter! It's that Su Haiyuan!"

Yan Cun had never heard of this name before, so he took a step forward and saw clearly the painting made by this 'Su Haiyuan' on the drawing board - the painting on it seemed to be just the messy knots wrapped around Lu Xiaorui's body, there were no portraits, and the overall tone of the background was cold , has a dark and morbid weird beauty.

"It's, it's really him..." Zhang Jingze covered his head with a disillusioned face, "My mother..."

Yan Cun came to Ji Liao's side first, and before he could speak, Ji Liao replied: "The other people have no trace of injection."

"Okay," he turned to Zhang Jingze and said, "Confirm the identities of the others present."

"Team Yan!" Police officer Xiao Liu squatted in the corner of the box, pointing his finger at the man lying on the ground in front of him, and said in disbelief, "This... isn't this the screenwriter Wang Yuan who was interrogated just last week!"

Yan Cun took a step forward, saw Wang Yuan who was drunk and unconscious on the ground, and said, "Take him back to the bureau."

"Team Yan! 120 is here!" Someone shouted.

"Go and pick it up," Yan Cun wished he had a few parts, "help put Lu Xiaorui into the ambulance, and go to the hospital with him."

"Okay!" The man responded.

Yan Cun walked out of the box in two steps in three steps, walked to the front desk of the private club on the B2 floor, and said, "Let your person in charge come here."

That person seemed to be seeing such a posture for the first time, his expression flickered, he hesitated and said: "I... our boss is not here..."

"Huh? What's not clear now?" Yan Cun's tone was as cold as ice, "You want to go to the bureau with us too?!"

"me……"

The front desk turned pale with fright, and didn't dare to say anything more, and dialed the phone in a hurry.

After the ambulance took Lu Xiaorui away, he sent people to seal off the scene, asked Ji Liao to collect suspicious items and bring them back to the bureau for testing, and followed the police car towards the detachment.

"That Su Haiyuan," he just remembered to ask Zhang Jingze, "what's his background?"

"..." Zhang Jingze panted heavily with anger, and said slowly, "Team Yan, I am disillusioned."

"There is no time for you to be disillusioned now!" Yan Cun said angrily, "What is it all about! Tell it briefly and fluently!"

"Uh..." Zhang Jingze took a long breath, considered his words for a while, and said carefully, "He is the one, you probably know his name..."

"What name?"

"Just some kind of fairy painter," Zhang Jingze said vaguely, "he has a very famous abstract painting, you may have heard of it, it's called "Kink" - use ribbons to tie bows on the model's limbs, and only draw the knots , representing the inseparable emotional bond between people."

"..." Yan Cun missed the point, "Do you still like this style?"

"Well," Zhang Jingze said with some embarrassment, "yes...yes! In fact...it's still very beautiful..."

Chapter 22 Ignorant Four is probably because I just drank black coffee, but it was a little too sweet.

One o'clock.

Jiang Huai, who was still wandering in his sleep, received a temporary notice, jumped up from the bed in a jerk, hurriedly put on his police uniform and drove into the gate of the police station. After wandering for a while, he aggressively drove his car into the narrow parking lot next to the security booth. In the seat, the action of turning off the engine, getting out of the car and closing the door is done in one go.

He rushed into the detachment's office in three steps at a time, raised his hand and straightened the tie that he hadn't tied in time, and couldn't help panting.

"What... what's the situation?! It's so urgent??"

When he heard Yan Cun say the word "Lu Xiaorui" on the phone, he almost thought he had traveled back to the day of 721.

Yan Cun raised his head from the archives, quickly passed the photos of the scene taken by Ji Liao to him, and recounted the situation at that time to Jianghuai.

"At that time, Lu Xiaorui's hands and feet were tied up with hemp rope, and he had almost no ability to resist. It is estimated that he was forcibly injected with sleeping pills and fell into a coma. The specifics will not be determined until the rescue results come out." He paused, "He Jiu said that someone has been arranged. A urine test was conducted on the relevant personnel at the scene, and the results will come out later.”

He Jiu was the leader of the anti-drug detachment a few walls away from the next door. The three of them had spoken a few words before, but the interaction was not deep.

Jianghuai opened the photo to observe the scene of the incident, and quickly browsed through the details of the case.

"Wang Yuan?? The Wang Yuan we interrogated just last week?"

Yan Cun nodded, "Yes".

Jiang Huai pondered for a while, then asked: "Su Haiyuan...is that Su Haiyuan I know?"

"Really?" Yan Cun said uncertainly, "Why do you all know him? Is he really so famous? Or am I on the 2G network?"

"Well...it's really famous," Jiang Huai raised his eyes and recalled for a while, "The "Kink" he painted before..."

"Stop," Yan Cun hurriedly interrupted him, lowering his voice, "Don't let Jingze hear you, you should cry again later."

After getting off the car and returning to the criminal investigation office just now, Zhang Jingze seemed to have suddenly entered a state of detachment, and went to work without saying a word.

The house collapsed unexpectedly.

So Yan Cun called up the archives and read them carefully for a while—Su Haiyuan, male, 28 years old, a well-known painter, because of his lonely and melancholy painting style, and a sense of "I'm the best" literary coolness, he is very popular among the public favorite.

When Su Haiyuan was escorted into the police car, he kept muttering about "beautiful" and "baby" in his mouth, crying for a while and laughing for a while, holding on to his gouache and drawing board tightly and unwilling to let go—now think about it carefully , is the loneliness and melancholy of a P, and it is clearly a strange and psychedelic work created by unconsciousness under the influence of drugs.

No wonder it was disillusioned.

He suddenly remembered the situation when he went to Gao Yaya's house with Zhang Jingze to investigate this afternoon, sighed, and patted Jiang Huai's shoulder lightly: "Don't talk about this, I miss you so much... Sure enough, only when you lose can you know how to cherish. "

Zhang Jingze was indeed a stumbling block on the road of criminal police work.

"???"

Jiang Huai suddenly raised his head from the case file, stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch Yan Cun's forehead, and then checked his own - the body temperature was normal.

Yan Cun patted his hand away.

"Can you still survive?" Jiang Huai asked, "I've been so busy recently, and I haven't taken a rest. Can you survive another night?"

Yan Cun waved his hand indifferently: "It's not a big problem."

"Team Yan—"

Wen Lianyi called out to him sleepily, and turned the computer screen to him.

"I just analyzed the wavelength of Lu Xiaorui's scream in the report call. It is indeed a cry that can only be made when life is threatened."

"Okay," Yan Cun replied, "I see."

At that time, he found a pink large-screen mobile phone in the crack of the sofa in the box. After Wen Lianyi cracked it, it was confirmed that the owner of the phone was indeed Lu Xiaorui.

Ji Liao extracted the fingerprints left on the screen, and after testing, it was found that only Lu Xiaorui's fingerprints were on the fuselage.

"When Ji Liao and Zhang Jingze and I rushed to the scene of the accident, it was about half an hour after we received the report call." He turned his head and analyzed with Jiang Huai, "At that time, almost everyone in the box was unconscious, and Lu Xiaorui was also caught by the hemp rope. The hands and feet were tightly bound and the movement was restricted."

"Hmm..." Jiang Huai thought silently for a while, "So the call to the police is very likely to be reported by someone else in the private club?"

Yan Cun nodded.

After a while, the office landline 'jingle bell' rang.

"Team Yan," Xiao Liu, who stayed at the scene to deal with the follow-up affairs, said slowly, "We just asked the receptionist on the second basement floor to call the person in charge of the bar, but no one answered, what should we do now?"

"Hmm..." Yan Cun thought for a while without saying a word, "Look up the specific information of the person in charge and their home address, and call them directly."

Interpol Xiao Liu said "OK".

After hanging up the phone, the little policeman from the anti-drug detachment next door also sent the urine test report - Su Haiyuan was the only one taking drugs at the scene at the time, and the rest just drank too much alcohol, and most of them would regain consciousness the next day for investigation.

Just now, Ji Liao retrieved some glass shards from the scene. At this time, he was conducting tests in the forensic office, and he couldn't get any results for a while.

"Those who didn't get a day off today just squint for a while," Yan Cun said slowly, "Leave the rest of the tasks to me and Jianghuai first, and the interrogation and investigation will probably be even busier tomorrow."

Everyone complied.

Yan Cun thought for a while, then walked quickly to the vending machine in front of the door to choose a few cans of coffee, and after passing one to Jiang Huai, he raised his hand and pushed the door of the forensic office open.

Ji Liao happened to have printed out the DNA test report at this moment, and slowly raised his eyes to meet him.

"What was detected?" He thoughtfully opened the pull tab and handed it over.

Ji Liao took off his white rubber gloves, handed the slightly warm A4 paper to Yan Cun, took the coffee and put it aside.

"Too many sets of fingerprints were extracted at the scene, some belonged to the group who fell drunk on the ground at that time, and some belonged to the waiters at the bar at that time." Ji Liao took a sip of coffee, "Lu Xiaorui's saliva and blood were extracted from the glass piece, Mostly it was a cup used to pour sleeping pills, but no other fingerprints were extracted from it... Maybe you can check who has a relevant medical history."

"Yes," Yan Cun nodded, "To take out so many sleeping pills at one time, it may take a long time to save."

He seemed to think of something, and asked, "Did you take Lu Xiaorui's blood for testing?"

"Yes," Ji Liao said, "Drugs were detected in her blood."

"...Okay, I see."

He responded, lowered his eyes to read the report in his hand, and marked the doubtful places in it: "Thank you for your hard work tonight, and check all the suspicious places a little bit, and you don't have to do this when the interrogation work is on the right track tomorrow." busy."

Before Ji Liao could reply, he held the documents in his left hand and his can of black coffee in his right, and got up to go to the layman.

"Well," Ji Liao took a breath, and the voice jumped out before thinking, and he stopped him, "Are you... are you sleepy?"

After the last word fell, he wanted to withdraw it.

"...Ah?" Yan Cun glanced at him, "No?"

Hearing the words, he felt it, and his eye sockets were indeed dry and aching, so he added honestly: "I guess it's because the coffee is tolerated, so it's not a big problem."

Thinking of this, he seemed to be a little sleepy instead.

Ji Liao remained silent for a while, then reached out his hand to feel in his pocket, and a gadget reflecting light appeared in his palm.

He pondered for a while: "...refresh yourself."

Hearing this, Yan Cun looked over and saw that it was a mint candy wrapped in laser candy wrappers. He let out an "ah", as if he finally knew where the faint smell of mint in the car came from.

He shook the documents and coffee in his hands, and said, "No hands."

Ji Liao's eyes drooped a few centimeters unconsciously, his breath stopped, and then he lowered his gaze to the shirt pocket of the police uniform, and gently put the candy in it.

Yan Cun said "Thank you" with a smile, pushed the door and walked out of the forensic office.

He glanced at the people who were resting on the table with their eyes closed, and walked back to his table with light steps, tore open the package and put the mints into his mouth.

Cool.

Probably it was not too sweet at first, probably because I just finished drinking black coffee, but it was a bit too sweet.

He woke up a little bit, and concentrated on sorting out and analyzing the information at hand. It was not until the next morning that they brought Wang Yuan, who had regained consciousness, back to the interrogation room.

At first, Wang Yuan was dazed and staring at the situation, but when he saw the familiar faces of the two captains of the criminal police, he woke up with a jolt.

"What a coincidence?" Yan Cun glanced at him with a half-smile, "It's you again?"

"Old fate." Jiang Huai squinted and added with a smile.

"I... why am I here..."

Wang Yuan's heart was beating wildly, his eyes wandered back and forth between Jiang Huai and Yan Cun, and his voice trembled.

"Why do you have no idea here?" Yan Cun asked straight to the point, "Who did you go to the second basement of Fenglin last night?"

"What...what is Fenglin..." Wang Yuan's heart pounded.

"Don't play dumb." Jiang Huai said coldly.

"Now we suspect that you are suspected of murder, and honestly cooperate with us to accept the investigation," Yan Cun asked repeatedly, "Who did you go to the second basement with?"

"me……"

"Be quick." Jiang Huai added again in a cold voice.

Seeing that the situation this time was more serious than last time, Wang Yuan rolled his eyes and hurriedly said loudly: "I, I'm with that Mr. Liu! Yes! Liu Zhen! I'm here with Liu Zhen! He said that there are many important people here, and said Let me see the world! Actually, I don't know anything..."

Outside the one-way glass, Zhang Jingze wrote down the testimony without saying a word, as if he had matured and aged a few years in an instant.

After all, the heart is numb.

Thinking that Su Haiyuan will have to be interrogated soon makes him even more numb.

"Heh," Jiang Huai sneered, "Isn't this teammate selling well? Who is he pretending to watch?"

"I'm not sober..." Wang Yuan fidgeted a bit, and said with a smile, "I can't remember clearly..."

"You have to remember if you don't remember clearly," Yan Cun continued to ask, "When did you and that Liu Zhen arrive at the private club on the second basement floor? What happened after arriving? How much wine did you drink? What happened after eight o'clock in the evening?"

"Uh……"

Wang Yuan reacted for a few seconds, raised his eyes to meet Captain Shangyan's gaze, and now he spoke much more clearly and fluently - most likely he was just scared by Jiang Huai.

"Just yesterday afternoon... I went to play golf with Liu Zhen and a few other bosses, and then we had dinner together around five o'clock. After the meal, they said they would go somewhere to sing and have a good time..."

"Lu Xiaorui was there at that time?" Yan Cun asked, "Have you been here since golf?"

"Ah..." Wang Yuan's expression flickered, "Yes, yes."

"Do you know who she came with?"

"Know, know..." Wang Yuan replied honestly, "It's also Liu Zhen... Liu Zhen said to show her to the world..."

Yan Cun: "..."

Okay, then come to the police station to see the world?

He recalled silently for a few seconds. At that time, the hemp rope tied around Lu Xiaorui's wrist had sunk into the flesh, and it was most likely tied up before Wang Yuan became drunk and lost consciousness, so he asked a question.

"Who tied the hemp rope on Lu Xiaorui's body—don't tell me you don't know."

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late (kneeling), there is a little more QAQ than usual.

The high probability of modification is to catch bugs, so don't worry about it.