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It was already dark when Ji Zheng walked out of the office building, the night did not bring coolness, and there were still layers of heat waves rolling in the air.Thousands of neon lights are diffused on the street, and Weining at night is more lively than during the day.

Ji Zheng drove to a dessert shop to buy cakes, and when he sat in the lobby waiting for the clerk to pack, he took out his mobile phone and called Xia Bingyang. This time, he was not reminded that he was not in the service area, but that no one answered.

"Sir, all right."

The waiter handed him the packaged cake.

Ji Zheng thanked him and walked out of the dessert shop with the cake.

The sky is getting darker, and the bright neon lights cover the streets and high-rise buildings. Weining is like a city that never sleeps.

Ji Zheng looked at the traffic on the highway, suddenly changed his mind, and drove in the opposite direction from home.

Half an hour later, he drove to Provincial Highway 718.

Ji Zheng parked the car on the dark side of the road with no street lights, got off the station and looked at the vast, uninhabited, stretching road.He was obsessed with the light that appeared in the driving recorder, thinking that it was night now, if the light could appear again, he would be able to see it more clearly at night.

He walked along the roadside to the bridge hole where the corpse was once hidden, paying attention to the shop signs along the way, but he never saw the light similar to that shown in the video.

As we walked forward, the night became darker, and the shops on the roadside gradually disappeared, and the front was dark, only the crickets in the grass by the roadside called twice from time to time, and occasionally a few flying insects flew past.

He walked forward for a while until the shop disappeared, and the old bridge hole was tens of meters away.He walked down the slope along the side of the road, walked among the weeds, and walked towards the old bridge hole where Hong Xin's body was thrown.

He has never been to the bridge hole before, and he just decided to take a look at the bridge hole tonight. When he was less than ten meters away from the bridge hole, he keenly caught a light spot floating above the grass. Small, like burning scraps of paper, you might miss it if you don't pay attention.

This wilderness is quiet and deserted, and the darkness of the night follows the extreme point of view. The sudden light on the wilderness immediately caught Ji Zheng's attention.He didn't think much, and immediately squatted down in the grass, and carefully identified the light spot, and found that it was flickering and dimming, and its position was fixed. It was not flying burning scraps of paper, but cigarette butts.

At this time, the night was dark and silent, and a little spark stood out.And the place where the spark is located is the old bridge hole where Hong Xin was dumped.

Ji Zheng immediately took off his suit jacket and threw it aside to avoid the sound of the jacket rubbing against the weeds. He sneaked into the night and approached the spark from diagonally behind.

The closer to the point of light, the more certain Ji Zheng is that the point of light is a cigarette butt, and he can even see two human fingers appearing in the tiny circle of light.

Even though he has no investigative experience, it is very necessary to find out the identity of this mysterious person who appeared alone at the corpse dumping scene late at night.

In the end, Ji Zheng was only two meters away from that person. Through the hazy moonlight, he saw that it was a man squatting on a rock with his back facing him, smoking a cigarette.

Ji Zheng stared at him, and took out a palm-sized folding knife from the pocket of his suit trousers. This knife was temporarily carried on his body when he got out of the car, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

He held a knife in one hand, and with the other hand he pushed through the grass a few feet high. He was about to rush towards the man with his feet, when he heard a "click" behind him.The car keys slipped out of his pocket and fell into the grass.

At that moment, the man stood up very vigilantly and looked back, the cigarette butt in his hand was extinguished immediately.

Ji Zheng made a decisive decision, took off his glasses and hung them in the breast pocket of his shirt, stood up abruptly and rushed towards him.

The man saw the bushes swaying, and then a figure cloaked in the night came in front of him in a blink of an eye, then turned around and ran away.

Ji Zheng grabbed his shoulder, pressed his thumb hard on his shoulder blade, and raised his leg to kick his knee.

The man cried out in pain and knelt down on his knees.

Ji Zheng rushed over and pressed his knees with his right leg, crossed his right arm across his neck, pressed his shoulder with his left hand, and performed a throat lock trick.

The man slammed Ji Zheng's arm vigorously, coughed non-stop, and suddenly grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it towards Ji Zheng's face.

Ji Zheng subconsciously raised his arm to block his eyes, and suddenly there was a sharp pain from the right arm that locked the opponent's neck.The man pulled out a knife from his arms, and the blade plunged into Ji Zheng's forearm instantly.

Taking advantage of Ji Zheng's momentary pain, the man broke away from his arm, stood up panting heavily, did not run away, but faced Ji Zheng face to face with a knife in his hand.

He stood under the bridge hole, where it was dark and dark, but Ji Zheng could see his cold eyes, and the gleaming dagger in his hand.

Ji Zheng's right arm was injured, blood dripped down his palm, he shook off a few drops of blood that flowed onto his hand, and walked towards that person without hesitation.

This man is very good at a few ruthless moves that are commonly used in the boxing ring. It belongs to the level that he will never suffer in a group fight or a one-on-one fight among the people. If he is fighting with other people, he can definitely gain the upper hand.However, Ji Zheng's father was born in the army, and he was forced by his father to learn martial arts since he was a child. He participated in the city-level Sanda competition and won No. 4 in high school. Muscle memory, even if you don't practice for a long time, you can take it out and use it at any time.

So in front of Ji Zheng, this man's three punches and two kicks turned into fists and embroidered legs.

There was no light under the bridge hole, only the light of the cold blade drew an arc in the air from time to time, Ji Zheng and the man fought close to each other, fighting with bare hands against a dagger in his hand still had all the upper hand, and the air kept ringing with the bones interacting The sound of squeezing and colliding, and the man's out-of-key groans and wailing.

The man fought hard a few times, and found that he was far from Ji Zheng's opponent, so he turned around and wanted to escape, but Ji Zheng grabbed the opponent's wrist from behind in the dark, relying on the feeling of his hand, and was about to pull down and remove the opponent's wrist. He saw a cold blade's light draw an arc in the air, and stabbed straight at his eyes.

Ji Zheng hurriedly dodged to hide, otherwise the tip of the knife would have passed through his eyes.

Ji Zheng was annoyed, he didn't make any ruthless moves, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked the opponent's head, the toe of the hard leather shoe hit the man's temple.

The man immediately lay on the ground, with broken whimpers stuck in his chest, still struggling to get up from the ground.

Ji Zheng squatted beside him, looked at his half face buried in the soil with a gloomy face, and asked in a hoarse and low voice: "Who are you?"

No one answered him, there were still only grass insects whispering around, Ji Zheng didn't ask any more questions, he pressed his knees on his back, pinched the back of his neck with one hand, and untied his belt with the other to use as a rope.

The night was so dark that Ji Zheng didn't notice his hands groping in his pockets. When Ji Zheng noticed his sneaky movements, his feet were already on fire.

It turned out that the man went down the bridge hole because there was an old gasoline barrel under the bridge hole.

Ji Zheng's trouser legs were also stained with gasoline, and the flames instantly engulfed his feet. The fire was fierce and fierce. Ji Zheng subconsciously slapped the flames on his body, and the man who was captured by him took the opportunity to get up and run wildly forward.

Ji Zheng hurriedly chased after him, but found that he rolled down the slope from the other side of the bridge hole and disappeared.

The fire under the bridge hole is still burning, and the area is getting bigger and bigger. There are still a few abandoned oil barrels in the grass not far away. If the oil barrels are ignited, it is very likely that an explosion will occur.

Ji Zheng turned back to put out the fire. When the nearby residents heard the movement, they rushed over with flashlights and buckets.Ji Zheng took advantage of the chaos to leave the scene of the fire, walked to the other side of the bridge hole and looked down at the flames; the slope was at least five or six meters deep, and there were miscellaneous forests on both sides, and the forest was followed by a bungalow. , Unless a police dog is brought in, it is impossible to take people out again.

Ji Zheng could only return along the same road with his back to the crowd fighting the fire, picked up the suit jacket that was just thrown on the grass, and walked back to the parking place along the side of the road.

He turned on the headlights and looked at the wound on his right arm. The wound was not deep, three or four centimeters long, and it wasn't worth going to the hospital.So he drove directly to the house.

After parking the car in the parking lot downstairs in the community, he wrapped his arms in a suit jacket and went upstairs with the cake.

It was Aunt Wu who opened the door. Aunt Wu took the cake in his hand and said, "Xiao Qu has already gone to sleep."

Ji Zheng glanced at the bedroom on the first floor and asked Aunt Wu: "I remember you used to be a nurse."

"Yes."

Ji Zheng pointed to the study room and said, "Do me a favor."

Aunt Wu followed him to the study, and was startled when she saw a stab wound on his arm, "Oh, what's going on!" As she spoke, she found the medicine box from the study.

Ji Zheng sat behind the desk, put his arms on the table, pressed the phone and said lightly: "Sterilize the virus, and then bandage it."

When Aunt Wu used iodine to disinfect his wound, he called Xia Bingyang again, and the call got through, but still no one answered, and the second time, still no one answered.He put down his mobile phone a little tiredly, leaned back in the chair and watched Aunt Wu sprinkle powder on the wound.

The wound on his arm was flat and smooth, with a length of no more than two centimeters by visual inspection.His father is a veteran who likes to collect military knives. He was influenced by it and also learned about various domestic and foreign military knives.And the knife used by the man I met under the bridge hole just now seems to be somewhat similar to a saber my father once kept...

"Doctor Ji, your phone is ringing."

Ji Zheng was in a trance, only to find that the phone was vibrating on the table after being reminded by Aunt Wu.

It was Xia Bingyang who called back, Ji Zheng connected, and before he could speak, he heard Xia Bingyang's voice shouting on the other end of the phone: "Squat down! Hold your head!"

The sound from the back is whistling, and the voices of people are noisy.

"That yellow hair, I told you to squat down, did you fucking hear that! Dongzi, handcuff him!"

Ji Zheng propped his forehead, listening to Xia Bingyang swearing vigorously on the other end of the phone, a very shallow smile appeared on his tired face.

After a while, Xia Bingyang gasped and said, "Brother Ji Zheng."

Ji Zheng asked softly: "Busy?"

"Not busy, what are you doing?"

Although he was not busy, he heard Xia Bingyang gritted his teeth again and growled somewhere to shut up.

Ji Zheng noticed that the situation on his side was not optimistic, so he directly cut to the point: "I just ran into a man in the old bridge hole of 718."

Xia Bingyang on the other end of the phone straightened a chair in the clutter of the room, sat down on the chair, ignored the seven or eight pairs of hostile eyes staring at him squatting by the wall, and lowered his voice intentionally: "You go to the old bridge hole gone?"

Ji Zheng said: "I wanted to try my luck at night to see if I could see that light, but I didn't."

Xia Bingyang knocked his forehead with his fingers, frowned and said, "You just said that you met someone in the bridge hole?"

Ji Zheng closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said: "A man, I think his motive for going to the bridge hole is impure."

"why?"

"Because he saw me and ran and fought me."

Xia Bingyang lost his focus in an instant: "Are you injured?"

Ji Zheng looked at the arm that was being bandaged, and said calmly: "No, but he escaped. Bingyang, I read it in a book a long time ago. Is there a murderer who will return to the place where the murder or the corpse is buried?"

Xia Bingyang said sternly: "Yes, the behavior you mentioned is called pleasure recall. 80.00% of murderers will irregularly return to the place where they killed or buried their bodies to relive the pleasure of killing after killing. You meet tonight Is this the case for the person who arrived?"

"It's possible, otherwise he has no reason to escape by all means, and he is holding a knife, which is a flat single-edged knife with a width of about 2 centimeters and a length of less than [-] centimeters."

2 cm, 20 cm...

Xia Bingyang immediately thought of the wounds that appeared on the necks of Hong Xin and Ran Jie, which coincided with the characteristics of the utensils mentioned by Ji Zheng, and hurriedly asked: "Is he holding a knife in his left hand or right?"

Ji Zheng recalled for a while, and said firmly: "The left hand."

A layer of hot sweat quickly rushed to the top of his head, Xia Bingyang supported his forehead and said: "Brother Ji Zheng, the person you met may be the murderer of Hong Xin. Have you seen his face?"

Ji Zheng said: "No, it's too dark to see his face clearly, but I probably know his physical characteristics."

"You said."

"He is about four centimeters shorter than me, about 180 to 182 in height, thin and left-handed."

Xia Bingyang kept the features he mentioned in his mind, compared them with Min Chengzhou, and found that Min Chengzhou was quite different from these features, and Min Chengzhou was not left-handed either.

Xia Bingyang still had something to say to him, when suddenly he heard the door was kicked open, Lou Yue and Li Zhiming walked in with an old man on their backs, and said: "Brother Ji Zheng, I will call you back later."

They found the place where Huang Yong lived just now, and wanted to hide their identities, but Xia Bingyang sensed that the people inside were deliberately delaying time, so he immediately broke into the door.They rushed into the house just in time to see an old man jump out of the window, leaving a room full of horse boys.

Lou Yue took the lead and followed Huang Yong, jumping down from the window, all horses in the room ran out the door when they saw this, Xia Bingyang and Ren Erdong snatched everyone back like eagles catching chickens, only Li Zhiming froze at the door, not knowing what to do.

"Go help Lou Yue catch people!"

Xia Bingyang knelt on a man's back and yelled at Li Zhiming.

Only then did Li Zhiming rush to the alley where Lou Yue was chasing the fugitive, and when he arrived, panting, Lou Yue had already blocked Huang Yong in a dead end, and fought with Huang Yong.

Lou Yue's family runs a taekwondo gym, and she has been learning taekwondo since she was three years old. In her spare time, she works as a coach in the gym, teaching a group of old men who are big and rough.

Although Huang Yong was ruthless, his hands were full of tricks, Lou Yue didn't even care about it, took off the watch on his wrist and put it in his pocket, and swept Huang Yong to the ground with a low whip kick Then punch after punch, splashing Huang Yong's nosebleeds to the ground, he hooked his fingers at Li Zhiming and said, "Handcuffs."

Huang Yong was caught by Lou Yue just a few hundred meters away. When he returned home, he saw that even Ma Zai and his old nest had been demolished by the stinky police. of!"

Xia Bingyang slapped him on the back of the head: "Swallow the bits and pieces back in your mouth, and see clearly, we are not prison guards, but criminal police."

Ren Erdong found two 56 pistols without bullets and two packs of methamphetamine with a total weight of 56 grams from the house, and threw them all in front of Huang Yong.

Huang Yong's face suddenly turned sallow, and he kept the same line as the boys, squatting down against the wall.

Xia Bingyang dragged a chair and sat in front of Huang Yong, and said, "It's not for these things that I'm looking for you today." Then, he kicked a pistol to Huang Yong's feet, and said with a sneer, "But if you're dishonest, you can only rely on these things." Things, I can lock you up for a few more years, and let you spend your old age in prison."

Although Huang Yong is old, he is still fierce, and he looks down on the police very much, especially a young policeman like Xia Bingyang.A gloomy and disdainful look appeared on his face, and he said: "Master Jun, please draw a path for us, even if we die, let us die openly."

Xia Bingyang smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will let you open up."

He stretched out his hand to Li Zhiming, and Li Zhiming handed him some photos.

Xia Bingyang took one of them and put it in front of Huang Yong: "Is this person you?"

Huang Yong turned his head and saw the photo of himself walking on Chunxi Road Pedestrian Street, which was cut from a video.

"It's me, why?"

"Where did you live when you were just released from prison?"

"The old film building is now Bafang Street."

Xia Bingyang stared at him all the time, seeing that he was arrogant and disdainful, and he seemed to have no fake elements, half of his doubts about him were suddenly dispelled in his heart.

But he continued to ask: "A female corpse was dug out from the green belt of Bafang Street today, did you know?"

Huang Yong showed an inexplicable expression, turned his head and asked his subordinates: "Little Ma, what is this guy talking about?"

The skinny man named Xiao Ma glanced at Xia Bingyang fearfully, but was intimidated by Xia Bingyang's eyes, and dared not answer.

Xia Bingyang asked Li Zhiming for another photo, and held it in front of Huang Yong: "Have you never seen this woman?"

Huang Yong was taken aback by the horrific bones in the photo, and hid for a while, cursed a few dirty words, and just said 'fuck|your mother', he stared fiercely at Xia Bingyang as if he had come to his senses: "I see. You suspect that I killed someone."

Xia Bingyang smiled and asked: "Then do you have any?"

"No! I can sit upright—"

Xia Bingyang raised his foot and kicked him on the knee: "What are you shouting about, an old man involved in pornography, drugs and gambling, what kind of green forest hero is he in front of me?"

Huang Yong shut up resentfully.

Xia Bingyang asked again: "Between September and October 16, where were you during this time?"

Huang Yong said: "It's true that I lived in Tongzilou after I got out of prison, but I left Wei Ning and returned to my hometown in July, and I didn't come back until after the Chinese New Year. You can check it at will."

Xia Bingyang gave Lou Li Zhiming a wink, and Li Zhiming went out to call the technical team.

Xia Bingyang asked again: "July 7th, why did you appear on Chunxi Road?"

"I forgot, I probably went shopping."

"Let me help you recall that you bought a set of knives in a department store."

"Yes, yes, I bought a knife, what's wrong? Buying a knife is also against the law."

Xia Bingyang said: "Buying a knife is not against the law, but on the day you bought the knife, a female owner of a flower shop died. I also suspect that you did it."

He intentionally provoked Huang Yong with words, but Huang Yong couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted loudly: "Why do you suspect that I killed that little girl? I'll tell you, I have an alibi!"

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"I know that little girl died in the hotel. That night I led my brothers to drink across the river, and I didn't come out the whole night!"

Xia Bingyang turned to look at the others: "Is what he said true?"

One said: "Yes, Brother Yong did invite us to drink until the next morning."

"Which store?"

"It's Guojianglong Hot Pot City on Futai Road."

Xia Bingyang glanced at Ren Erdong, Ren Erdong also went out, and came back with Li Zhiming after a while.

Ren Erdong bent down and leaned into Xia Bingyang's ear and said: "Huang Yong is telling the truth. He returned to his hometown on July 16, 7, and returned to Weining in February of the following year. On the day Ran Jie had an accident, he was talking to these people. If people eat, the shop owner can testify.”

Although he vaguely had the answer in his heart, Xia Bingyang couldn't help being discouraged for a moment after verifying Huang Yong's alibi, and then he left the room and led Ren Erdong and others to the door without saying a word.

After walking a few steps, Huang Yong yelled, "I sue you for violent | law enforcement!"

Xia Bingyang turned his head, pierced his face with stinging eyes, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the captain of the anti-drug detachment, walked away a few steps and said with a smile: "Captain Xu, it's me, I caught some hidden | |Drug dealers, come here and bring someone.” Then they called the nearest police booth, and the patrolling police arrived in 5 minutes, and they first controlled the people in this room.

Xia Bingyang patted a policeman on the shoulder and said hard work, and then left without leaving any merit or fame.

They came out and drove two cars, Lou Yue and Ren Erdong went to pick up the car, Xia Bingyang and Li Zhiming walked on the brightly lit street.Xia Bingyang looked at the street fire that stretched unnoticed by the side of the road, only to realize that it was already night, and it was already late at night.

After running around for a whole day without eating anything, Xia Bingyang thought of all the unresolved problems. Xia Bingyang squatted under a street lamp, took out the cigarette case, squatted under the street lamp and smoked for a while. After the phone call, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Ji Zheng back.

When the phone was dialed out and waiting to be connected, Xia Bingyang said to Li Zhiming who was standing next to him: "There is a taco shop across the road, go and buy some biscuits."

Li Zhiming looked opposite: "Where is it?"

Xia Bingyang turned his head, raised his finger and pointed across the road: "It's right there, next to that Sichuan restaurant—"

He turned his eyes around the crowd and looked at the bright red signboard of the burrito shop, and suddenly fell silent halfway through his words.

He remembered, on July 7th, he went to buy flowers in Ran Jie's shop, and before leaving, Ran Jie called him over, she seemed to want to say something to him, but she didn't say anything, she just glanced behind him .

He originally thought that Ran Jie was looking in the direction of the police station, because the most familiar place in the direction behind him was the police station, so he subconsciously thought that what Ran Jie was looking at was the police station.And later Bureau Min became a suspect in the murder of Ran Jie, making him certain that the last place Ran Jie looked behind him was the police station.

But he has always been negligent. Bureau Min is no longer the only suspect in Ran Jie's murder. He has even gotten rid of the suspicion of killing Ran Jie. Using this way of thinking to reflect on Ran Jie's glance to the southeast, maybe... ... Ran Jie didn't look at the police station at all?

Xia Bingyang thought of the worry and fear written in Ran Jie's eyes, and couldn't help making a bold guess in his heart; maybe Ran Jie stopped him at that time to ask him for help, or maybe it wasn't the police station that Ran Jie was looking to the southeast , but the murderer!

On that sunny afternoon after the first break of the shower, when he was saying goodbye to Ran Jie, a figure was hiding in the endless crowd and cast a deadly gaze on Ran Jie.

The author has something to say: Ran Jie's look was in Chapter 2.