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After sending Yu Yue out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Yan Cun took out his mobile phone from the pocket of the police uniform with a blank expression, and began to think about ordering takeaway at noon.

Stepping into the gate of the Criminal Investigation Office, he handed the phone to Zhang Jingze nearby.

"What do you eat? Use my mobile phone to order."

Just now Su Haiyuan broke down suddenly and cried bitterly. He raised his hand and tapped the Bluetooth communicator next to his ear, asking Shen Lin who stayed in the living room to ask Yu Yue about the 'sleeping pill bottle' - Yu Yue did have a comparison a few years ago. Severe sleep disorder, after a little better, he stopped taking the medicine slowly, and then he didn't notice that he forgot the medicine bottle at Su Haiyuan's house.

The testimonies of the two parties are diametrically opposed, like a dog eating a dog.

Unable to find any critical evidence, he had no choice but to let Yu Yue go home first, and return Su Haiyuan, a person involved in drugs, to He Jiu for interrogation.

Everyone in the criminal investigation office was not polite to him when they heard the words. They took the mobile phone and added the food they wanted to the shopping cart one by one.

Seeing him sitting on the sofa with a pensive look on his face, Wen Lianyi returned the phone and asked, "What's wrong? What's going on now?"

What happened that night is also clear—Su Haiyuan probably had a compulsion to compete with the other men present to prove that he could not pour a thousand cups. Lu Xiaorui with his left hand and three accompaniment singers with his right hand fell in love with the male accompanist Yu Yue. They were already familiar enough to bring people home alone, but that night they made people strip naked and climb up on their knees, tied up Lu Xiaorui and abused them, and took a drug by the way for painting. Someone appeared out of nowhere with the intention of murdering Lu Xiaorui and poured her sleeping pills.

Psychedelic development.

It's just that he didn't expect that there would be a more psychedelic development - they found a blue and white porcelain USB flash drive in Liang Zhong's bag, which was exactly the same as the one that Luo Qingsen dropped at the scene of the accident!

"There was a lot of people at the scene of the incident that night, and there were arguments from all sides, and the clues extracted at the scene have already been verified by Ji Liao," he paused, "I guess we have to wait for Lu Xiaorui to be in better condition, accept the investigation, and provide Only after the testimony can there be further development."

Just now he copied the content of the USB flash drive, analyzed and decoded it, and found that the content was somewhat similar to the txt gibberish in Luo Qingsen's USB flash drive - so he speculated that the reason for Luo Qingsen's fall was related to this case.

Wen Lianyi let out an "ah".

"Then, what should I do now?" She turned the computer screen to Yan Cun and said, "Just now the anti-drug detachment next door checked the list of Su Haiyuan's recent contacts. what."

"Well..." Yan Cun said, "Then check according to your thinking first, don't worry."

He let out a breath, piled up the case materials and moved them aside, deciding to have a quiet meal before talking.

After getting home from get off work at six o'clock in the evening, he called He Jiu, wanting to inquire a little about the investigation progress of the anti-drug detachment.

Before the phone rang twice, he hung up immediately, pulled a group of eight investigation teams on WeChat, and directly opened a group voice with @何令.

"This afternoon we interrogated Liang Zhong, the person in charge of Fenglin Bar, and asked him about the specific process of getting goods from 'Shangjia'." He Jiu glanced at the call list where members were constantly joining, "My God, there are so many people... ... Cough! Liang Zhong's "Shangjia" will send him coordinates and time every Thursday by anonymous email. He needs to arrive at the coordinates, solve puzzles to obtain new coordinates, and arrive at the new coordinates at the specified time. address for pickup."

Yan Cun almost made her dizzy, his voice was stuck for a while, and he hesitated: "...Only Liang Zhong's IQ can solve the puzzle?"

He cut the screen and looked at the calendar: "Thursday? Isn't today just Thursday?"

"That's right," He Jiao answered the question just now, "No, he said he couldn't solve it."

"???"

"He asked Su Haiyuan to help solve it," He Jiu replied, "At that time, Su Haiyuan didn't mention the source of the drugs, so we checked his WeChat chat records in recent months and found that Liang Zhong often sent him strange number riddles. So, follow the vines to find out the transaction between the two of them... Liang Zhong's "Shangjia" was very vigilant. When our team's technicians wanted to take the opportunity to find out the IP address of the sender of the email, he had already quickly logged out the mailbox and ran away. .”

"..." Jiang Huai was at a loss for words, "How dare you sell drugs with this IQ?"

"Well," Yan Cun said nothing, carried the files into the room, thought for a while, and then asked, "Did Lianyi enter the voice? Have you checked Su Haiyuan's address book?"

"Hey, I'm here!" Wen Lianyi responded, and said, "I checked his call records in recent months, and most of them were from unfamiliar numbers without notes, and they said it was a takeaway business—but at the bottom of the address book There is a number that has never been answered, I checked and the owner's name is 'Wang Yuan'."

"..." Jiang Huai was stunned, "...Why is it him again?? At that time..."

He thought about it for a while - when Wang Yuan was interrogated, he said that he had just met Su Haiyuan, and everyone did not doubt it at the moment, and he never thought of asking Su Haiyuan more about his relationship with Wang Yuan.

He Jiu paused, quickly cut out of the group chat, called the deputy team who stayed on duty at the Municipal Bureau, and sent a sentence in the small group chat of eight people: [You guys wait a while. 】

Everyone responded 'yes' to her one after another.

Yan Cun first went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for himself. After eating in two or three bites, he went to the study to put down the files and turned on the computer.

After a while, He Jiao initiated the group chat voice again.

"I just sent someone to interrogate Su Haiyuan. He heard that Wang Yuan deliberately wanted to distance himself from him, so he sold Wang Yuan directly," He Jiao said, "Wang Yuan smoked more than him before. Now, I went directly to Liang Zhong to get the goods, and this time I was drunk before I had time to inhale, so no drug components were detected in the blood."

Yan Cun let out a "hmm", thought for a few seconds, and said, "So, the channels for the two of them to get the goods come from Liang Zhong, so Liang Zhong..."

He took a breath, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He got up from the desk, noticed that something was wrong, and walked vigilantly toward the outsider—a few days ago, he placed a pot of green basket on the computer desk in the study room, and just watered it this morning, at this time, behind the pot of green basket , it seems that there are black 'small eyes' staring at him closely.

"..."

"?" After waiting for a long time, He Jiao took up his words and said, "Liang Zhong said that the blue and white porcelain necklace was given by the 'shangjia' when he picked up the goods a few days ago, and he didn't tell him what to do with it. Well, let him figure it out for himself. I just read the closing report of the previous 719 case, and suspect... Luo Qingsen's fall may be related to drug gangs."

Jiang Huai let out an "ah" when he heard the words, and guessed: "Perhaps it is ... that he has some secrets and was threatened ...?"

He Jiao: "Yes."

"...It's hard to make a conclusion now," Yan Cun stretched his back into a straight line, fumbled to take out a communicator from the pocket of the police uniform, swiped the screen to connect to Bluetooth, and said vaguely, "We'll talk about the details after tomorrow's investigation." .”

Everyone replied "OK".

He turned on all the lights in the room, and after confirming that no one else was hiding, he held the files and records in his arms and walked quickly towards the door.

"……what happened?"

Ji Liao's voice suddenly came from the earphones - he heard the bottom noise of the Bluetooth communicator on the opposite side, and confirmed that the change in Yan Cun's breathing rhythm just now was not an illusion, picked up the car key and went downstairs decisively.

Yan Cun paused when he heard the words, and glanced down at the phone screen. Everyone else had left the group chat, but the word 'Ji Liao' was still in the call list.

Immediately the words "I'll pick you up" rang on the other end of the phone, and without wasting time, he went downstairs in three steps at a time, paying attention to the lock of the outer door by the way.

A few minutes later, he got into the car and threw the documents into the back seat, and said solemnly: "Someone has installed something at home, it looks like it should be a bug."

Perhaps it was the criminal police's occupational disease. Before he entered the house in the evening, he specially observed the layout of the house, which was exactly the same as when he left home this morning - the purpose of the visitor was very clear, his actions were cautious, and he did not leave traces elsewhere.

Ji Liao drove out of the street corner, thought for a while, and asked, "Has the door lock been picked?"

"No."

"...How many gate keys are there?" He continued to ask.

"Two," Yan Cun took out the key chain from his pocket and shook it, "one is in the office drawer, and the other is in my hand... um... the drawer key is also in my hand."

"?" Ji Liao glanced at the key chain with the lamb pendant hanging on it, and was taken aback, "You put the drawer key together with the door key chain??"

"...Ah?" Yan Cun was also stunned, "That's right... what's wrong?"

"Well...it's okay," Ji Liao coughed lightly, "How many keys are there in the office drawer?"

"Just this one, but it's not a high-end lock, it's easy to pry..." Yan Cun lowered his head and untied the key chain silently, "But no one should know that there is a spare key there...Jianghuai..." His voice He paused and said firmly, "No, it can't be Jianghuai."

Ji Liao gave a soft "hmm", drove the car into the parking lot, crossed out the original question, and said, "Then let's make do with my house for a night."

"...Ah?" Yan Cun came back to his senses when he heard the words, raised his head suddenly, and found that Ji Liao had parked the car, he quickly turned sideways and pulled the window to look out - it was actually less than 3 minutes before he got into the car. It seems to just drive from the street to the end of the street.

He turned his head to look at Ji Liao: "Isn't your home on...Chongning Avenue...??"

Ji Liao turned off the engine without saying a word, motioned him to get out of the car, and replied, "That's my family, I usually live here."

Yan Cun let out a long tone of "oh", he was not willing to reject Ji Liao's proposal in his heart, so he opened the door and got out of the car, and followed in small steps.

He casually opened the chat window with Wen Lianyi, wanting to check the surveillance cameras at the stairs and the street outside the building since this morning, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he deleted the text he had entered.

Ji Liao took out the door key from his pocket, opened the door with a 'click', and very naturally took the documents in Yan Cun's hand and put them on the table, and took a pair of cotton slippers for him.

"...?" Yan Cun asked with question marks all over his head, "What's the weather like? Wearing cotton slippers?"

Hearing this, Ji Liao's eyes inadvertently bent, changed his pair, and said with a smile: "You also know that you don't wear cotton slippers in this weather?"

Yan Cun blinked, then coughed heavily as if trying to cover up.

After changing his shoes, he looked up at the interior layout for a while, and it was somewhat different from what he had imagined—the warm-toned and life-like decoration did not match Ji Liao's temperament, so he thought it would be a cool-toned minimalist style.

Seeing that Captain Yan almost wrote what he wanted to say on his face, Ji Liao smiled and said slowly: "Maybe our two families have to change."