cemetery.

The two stunned the night watch patrol and sneaked in in the dark.

Song Yuhang held a shovel in his hand to loosen the underground soil, revealing the inner coffin poured in reinforced concrete.

She panted hard, looking at the photos on the tombstone and she began to wonder.

Jingzhe: "Or... forget it."

After all, it is a matter of nuisance and cleanliness, and the dead are the greatest.

Song Yuhang gritted his teeth, grabbed a bottle from his hand with red eyes, and began to pour the liquid up.

"Lin Fan blames me if I want to blame it. When the case is over, I will go down to accompany her after giving my mother the end of the care."

At this time, she still had the last trace of hope, hoping that it was not her in the coffin.

Lin Fan just hid in fake death, or could not come out to see her for various compelling reasons.

The strong acid quickly corroded the concrete, making a light "sizzling" noise. After a pungent volatile smell, the solid concrete surface cracked several times.

Song Yuhang went down with a shovel, and the stones fell one after another. When he saw her like this, he had to shake his head and sigh, and move with her.

Soon, the darkness of the coffin came to light.

Jingzhe took a wrench to pry open the bolts of the coffin, and Song Yuhang's shovel fell to the ground, stroking the coffin tremblingly.

She was the one who said that the autopsy was going to be opened, and she was also the one who dared not face reality.

Jingzhe took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, turned on the lighter and lit it: "I'll go over there to watch the wind."

With that, he walked aside and made room for her.

Song Yuhang touched the cold coffin with his palm, still carrying rough and moist soil and lime particles, and there was a faint rancid smell in the breath of old dead wood.

She was as gentle as stroking a lover, put her forehead on the coffin, her eyes were red, and she muttered to herself.

"Sorry Lin Fan, sorry, forgive my selfishness..."

"When the case is solved and the murderer is caught, my mother will go down to accompany you a hundred years later. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"Soon, wait for me, I won't leave you alone."

Song Yuhang choked, rubbed a red mark on the coffin on his forehead, and the rustling tears fell into the mud.

She gritted her teeth and pushed open the lid of the coffin in a panic.

She didn't close her eyes this time, she wanted to see her clearly, carve all her appearance into the bones and blood, let the memories and hatred surge in her heart, and gradually deepen her repeated polishing and finally become the strength to support her living.

In this process, her heart was over and over again. She seemed to have gone through a five-horse dismemberment, and was finally frustrated and ashes.

She knelt down and covered her lips, her nails sinking deep into the flesh, even though she desperately suppressed the crying, the startled sting who was not far away heard the tiny whimper like a cub.

He pinched out the cigarette butt, looked at the moon in the sky, and sighed.

If I knew this, why bother to open the coffin.

But he still had to remind her that it was almost time for the patrolman to change shifts.

Jingzhe put his index finger to his lips and whistled.

In winter, the temperature is low, and the corruption of the corpse will be relatively slow, but even so, the face that was once unforgettable has become completely unrecognizable.

Song Yuhang stretched out his hand, trying to touch her, but finally couldn't bear it, and took it back, gritted his teeth and trembled all over.

Jingzhe's whistle brought back her lack of reason. Song Yuhang sniffed and opened her clothes. The big scar on her shoulder was still black, and there were unknown larvae wriggling in it.

That was the scar left by Lin Wei last time when he was wounded by a gunshot. It was her unique mark.

Song Yuhang let go and sat down on the ground.

She couldn't cry anymore, and her whole mind was dumbfounded.

The world around him was turning round and round, and she had only one thought in her mind: Lin Tired of death? Lin Nian is dead?

Lin Fan is really dead.

Her fiancee...is gone.

Song Yuhang muttered, passing all the daily life of acquaintance and love with her in his mind.

Jingzhe came over: "We have to go."

Song Yuhang was still immersed in his own world, crying and laughing.

Jingzhe increased his tone: "Miss Song!"

Song Yuhang came back to his senses, wiped away his tears, and looked at the still open coffin: "Give me a few more minutes."

As she said, she got up from the ground, walked on her knees, took out the ring box from her pocket, took out a shiny diamond ring, gently raised her hand and slowly put it on.

Jingzhe watched her wear it, tears streaming down her face: "I'm sorry, I didn't propose to you earlier, and now I'm here to disturb your cleanliness, but I really miss you, and I really want to miss it. I'm down here. , Don’t be afraid of loneliness. Wearing a ring is mine. Lord Yan asks who you are, and you say it’s Song Yuhang’s wife Lin Nai. Wait for me and wait for me to find you. We will be together in the next life. Over."

Song Yuhang grabbed her cold wrist and put the ring into her swollen joint, crying.

"Miss Song..." Jingzhe looked at his watch and urged.

Song Yuhang nodded, grabbed her cold and pale hand and put it to his lips and kissed: "I love you, Lin Wei."

Judging from this scene alone, opening the coffin in the middle of the night and kissing the corpse for no reason made people feel goose bumps, but in the eyes of the shocked person who knew the inside story, he only felt it was a perverted romance.

It's just that their time is really running out, and they have to restore the scene to its original state, or at least let the young lady go into the soil for peace.

Song Yuhang got up, stepped aside, and watched him close the coffin board a little bit.

After all, her Lin Nang left her and went to another place where there was no disease or pain, hoping she could live well there, no, how could it be well, she was so insecure and afraid of loneliness People.

But it doesn't matter, Lin Wei, I will help you complete your unfinished wish.

Don't be afraid, stick to it, wait for me, soon, soon I will accompany you.

I hope you will remember me then, but it doesn't matter if you forget.

I will make you fall in love with me again, I swear.

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After coming out of the cemetery, Song Yuhang went to Qingshan Villa again.

A seal is attached to the door, and the electronic fingerprint lock has been removed. She climbed up the iron gate with difficulty, turned over from the top, her skills were still not very good, and because of the trance, one of them was not grasped firmly, and fell from the top, falling to the ground, staring at gold stars for a while.

She lay on the cold ground for a while, then slowly got up, limped into the house.

Pushing open the glass door of the hall, the room has been evacuated. She pressed the wall lamp on the wall. It didn't light up and the water and electricity were cut off.

She walked slowly to the place where she used to put the sofa, and sat down with her knees in the dark.

"I didn't dare to assault the police, but I met a neurotic woman and hit someone--"

"Hey, don't mention it. I encountered two neuroses on the way out early in the morning and crashed into my car like death."

"He can't afford a diamond ring. I'll give it to you."

"Forensic doctor Lin, I don't even want can rings."

"The real Lin Fan died as early as the age of six. Now it is the body and the devil who survived."

"I only know that the one standing in front of me is my comrade-in-arms of Song Yuhang who lived and died together."

"Oh, this is a lot of old people. Not only do they have no sex, but they can't even take off their clothes for a checkup."

"What's wrong with the young child, it still makes you want to die."

"What's the name of this glass of wine?"

"It will be long in Japan."

"It should be important to you, it's lost...it's a pity."

"I took it with me, just because I took advantage of it, it didn't have any other meaning, but now it has it."

"I just had a sentence, I was not ashamed to say it."

"what?"

"You are also my faith."

"Where is my fiancee?"

"Alive, by your side."

...

Recalling the past, Song Yuhang curled up his lips and smiled, then choked up with a smile, and buried his head in his arms.

It's strange that because of Lin Fan's personality, she never said "love" to her. She only responded positively to her marriage proposal, and it was just the phrase "alive, by your side."

But she died and left her forever.

That confession became a farewell language.

Lin Fan, you liar, big liar...

Song Yuhang muttered, tears falling to the ground.

During the time they quarreled, she had also wondered if Lin Fan really liked her. If she liked her, she wouldn't go out and get ambiguous with other men.

She knew this shouldn't be, but she couldn't help thinking about it, so that she acted arrogantly towards her that night.

It turns out that she didn't love, she just hid all love in the bottom of her heart.

She is such a person who is awkward, duplicity, vicious in her mouth, but very kind and warm in her heart.

Song Yuhang recalled everything about her, her regret was mixed with deep nostalgia. She bit her wrist and whimpered like a cub in the dark room.

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China-Myanmar border.

Yiye Qingzhou passed the river silently.

There were also a few sturdy men on the same boat, as well as young girls brought back from northern Myanmar, all of which were sent to give the big men early adopters.

The women's bright red nails opened their hats and looked at their goods with satisfaction, thinking that they should be able to sell them at a good price, and smiled more and more.

The punting man turned his head and said in the local language, "Recently, China has been under martial law, and we can only cross the border from the jungle."

The woman raised her eyebrows carelessly, and replied in Burmese: "As soon as possible, don't let the buyer wait impatiently."

The other party nodded and turned the fork of the river with the boat. The current gradually became smooth and the boat slowed down.

The group knew that this was about to arrive, they packed their things one after another, and several girls tied their hands and were violently pulled up.

Gong Gong drew the boat ashore, turned around and planned to help her down.

The woman looked at the dark jungle with an inexplicable premonition, and muttered: "This place has never been before."

As she said, she reached out and put her hand on his wrist, her father lowered her eyebrows and nodded slightly.

In the moonlight, she saw that the face under the hat with thick eyebrows and big eyes was a new face.

The woman was shocked, her eyes fell on his tiger's mouth, spear cocoon!

She leaned back softly: "Oh, so shake, hold me."

The man put his arms around her waist, and the woman took out a gun from behind, the moment she took it out.

The father also moved, a standard anti-grab attempt to hold her, the woman raised her hand with a shot.

The sound of gunshots shook the birds in the forest, the ship shook, and the man fell into the Boundary River on his back. The light red blood stains spread out and drifted away with the current.

With the sound of her gun, as if pressing several switches, tongues of fire spurted out of the dark jungle.

"DaDaDa——" The sound of the submachine gun was endless, and the people on the boat also began to fight back, but the firepower was not as dense as the opposite, and it was suppressed to death. The girls screamed.

The woman casually pulled someone to block the bullet for her, and when she looked back, everyone who followed her fell on the boat, or was shot and fell into the river.

She gritted her teeth, pushed her dead hand out, and jumped into the river with a "puff".

The people in the jungle collected their guns and shouted, "Chasing!"

The woman didn't know how long she floated in the icy river until she ran out of energy, and she was quiet all around, and there was no trace of the chasing soldiers.

She coughed a few times and climbed onto the shore embarrassedly. Unexpectedly, as soon as she raised her head, she was pressed against her forehead by the cold muzzle.

She looked at these tall young people coldly, and asked in authentic Chinese.

"Who sent you? The Burmese military or Laos or—"

She paused: "Chinese police?"

The other party smashed a gun butt: "You don't need to know this."

＊＊＊

When the first ray of sunlight fell on the floor in the morning, Song Yuhang, who hadn't slept all night, raised his head from his arms.

She took out the only lone ring left from the ring box and slowly put on her ring finger.

She whispered to the empty room: "Lin Fan, have you seen it? We... are married."

In a quiet room, only sunlight fell on the corners of her eyes and brows, bringing a touch of warmth to her cold body.

Song Yuhang curled his lips and smiled, moved his stiff body, got up from the ground, limped, and staggered out of the door.

She went straight to a mobile phone shop, and she looked at the dazzling array of mobile phones in the shop.

The clerk enthusiastically introduced her: "Which cell phone does the lady want? We have a new one--"

The clerk was chattering and eloquent, but her gaze was only fixed on an old phone in the innermost window of the shop window, exactly the same as her previous one.

Song Yuhang pointed and said with a dumb voice: "Let's take that one."

The clerk curled his lips and rolled his eyes secretly, thinking that there would be a big business early in the morning, but who knew he was a poor man, he was still after the old model a few years ago.

Song Yuhang waited for the clerk to pack the accessories and hand them to her, but the other party asked again: "Miss, do I need to apply for a card for the new machine?"

She thought for a while: "I lost my old card. Can I report the loss and reissue one? I want my previous number."

Although the phone was lost, most of the photo chat records could not be retrieved, but this number carried too much stories and affection for them.

She still hoped, in case, in case there is a parallel time and space, in case, in case Lin is tired of calling her someday.

After changing the number, she couldn't find her.

With an impatient expression on the staff's face, Song Yuhang silently took out a few more red tickets from his pocket and put them on the counter.

The other party smiled and said, "Okay, give me the ID card."

After half an hour, Song Yuhang took his new mobile phone out of the house and took a taxi to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

It was during working hours, as soon as she appeared at the door, countless pairs of eyes came over, and all kinds of sights circled her.

"Team Song, are you in a rush to work."

"Team Song, are you...really okay?"

"Team Song, we've all heard about it, you... alas, the grief has changed."

...

Facing the kindness of colleagues, Song Yuhang was already numb with heartache.

She just curled her lips and smiled mechanically, but the smile never reached the bottom of her eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay, can you go ahead, where's Feng Ju?"

"Guo Feng went out for a meeting early in the morning and has not yet come back."

Song Yuhang nodded his head and went straight to the subject: "The kidnapper who kidnapped Xiaowei last time and survived, was he caught?"

Everyone looked at each other, Xue Rui wanted to say something but stopped.

"Caught..."

Song Yuhang interrupted him: "Where is it?"

A small police officer answered the question, and said: "Feng Ju personally tried it, so we don't want to talk about it."

Before she finished her words, she didn't know which sensitive nerve she had touched, and she was picked up by the collar.

Song Yuhang's eyes were bloodshot: "Why, I haven't been dismissed yet, so now I have to guard me like a thief?"

Xue Rui: "Team Song, be calm and calm. We can understand your mood, but the Feng Ju's order is indeed...Don't embarrass us."

Song Yuhang let go and kicked the person away: "Okay, don't make it difficult for you, I will check it myself."

After all, the meteor walked out in stride.

Xue Rui patted his forehead: "It's over, quickly report to Feng Ju."

On the way from the office to the entrance of the Municipal Bureau, Song Yuhang recalled the details of the fat man and the place where Jiangcheng might be detained.

The pinhole in his arm flashed through her mind, and Song Yuhang opened the taxi door.

"Master, Jiangcheng compulsory drug rehabilitation center."

When she reached the door, she was stopped by the guard box, and she slammed her ID into the opponent's face.

This is something that Lin Wei could do before.

"Song Yuhang, captain of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, open the door and I want to interrogate the prisoner."

The steel stamp on the document is true. The key is that the interrogator must have written procedures.

The prison guards complained repeatedly: "Song team, Song team, this..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked away, Song Yuhang rushed in, and the prison guards hurriedly followed.

This size is a leader, he is not easy to offend.

"Team Song, Team Song, you first say which prisoner you want to interrogate, I'll call you, and you can do the procedures afterwards..."

He intended to slow down and wait until the director to resolve the matter. Who knows that Song Yuhang, like he hadn't heard, stalked inward, almost trotting all the way through the bars.

The prison guard wanted to block the way: "Team Song!"

Song Yuhang turned a deaf ear to him and pushed people away because he thought he was getting in the way.

The prison guard staggered back two steps, bumped into the railing, and shouted sharply: "Song team, Song team, if you do this, I will be called someone!"

Song Yuhang ran through an iron gate, then fell back, and opened the bars.

The guard thought she had finally stopped, but who knew that she had actually fallen back, and aimed at the key hanging from his waist.

"Give me the key."

The prison guard squeezed the keychain and backed away: "Song team, Song team, this is not good, it's...violating the rules."

Song Yuhang mentioned his collar and roared: "I don't care about the rules and regulations if my **** wife is gone!!!"

Taking advantage of his stunned effort, Song Yuhang raised his hand with a punch, and the little prison guard covered his face. She shook it again, tore off the keychain on his waist, rushed over and unscrewed the door, closed the door with a "slam" before the army came, and shut the keyhole from the inside. It's blocked.

She turned a deaf ear to the sound of knocking outside.

This is a narrow single room with high walls on four sides and only one iron window for ventilation. The fat man was sleeping, and when he heard the movement bounce off the bed, he shivered and shrank back, watching her approaching step by step, the tall figure obscured the sun.

"You...what are you doing? Are you...not the police...the police?"

Because of fear, his voice was slightly sharper.

The room was so big, his back was already against the solid wall, and he couldn't retreat.

Song Yuhang squeezed his fists: "You can still sleep? How can you sleep comfortably? How the **** are you still sleeping?"

She gritted her teeth, weeping blood, wishing to deprive him alive.

"Help...Help!" The fat man was wearing handcuffs and had little resistance, crying and howling at the door, trying to slip away.

Song Yuhang kicked the person to the ground, stretched out his hand and stuck his neck, with great strength, the joints turned blue and white.

"Say, who sent you to kidnap Xiaowei? Say, who sent you to lead us there?"

In the past few days, she managed to endure her grief and sorted out the timeline again.

Someone knew that she would change the car, the habitual offender of kidnapping and trafficking in children, Lin Wei, who had been scratched around the Spring Festival, so she moved her hands and feet on the Audi, which indirectly caused her to fall into the sea. Lin Nian gave up his life to save him.

Let alone the kidnapping of Xiaowei before, she was forced to follow the other party’s rhythm and was played around. In addition, Ji Jingxing said, some people put bullet-proof steel doors in the lumberyard workshop with the purpose of trapping them, including Lin. Bored.

And the sniper who appeared later, shot and killed the thin man among the kidnappers because he was about to tell the truth to her.

Ten thousand steps back, even if the sniper failed to kill them in the end, she would definitely die if she drove the problematic car to chase them. On such dangerous road conditions, there was snow again, and the road was extremely slippery.

Then, the only purpose is -

Song Yuhang shuddered. This was a dead end against her, but was resolved by Lin Fei's ingenuity-a dust explosion.

But if time can go back, she would rather be less smart than stay in the workshop and never come out.

Song Yuhang's teeth were itchy with hatred, this man behind the scenes, in order to kill her, did not hesitate to involve many innocent people.

Her mother, her sister-in-law, her niece, her... Lin Nai.

Song Yuhang's eyes were hot, pinching his hand harder, roaring hoarsely: "Say?! Who made you do this?!"

The fat man struggled, his fat hands clinging to the floor in vain, his face pale, and his eyes rolled: "I...I don't know...cough...cough cough...help...help..."

He still had the last trace of hope and looked out the door.

Song Yuhang is a policeman and will not kill him in prison.

"Do you think I really won't kill you." She stood in the shadows and sneered at the corners of her lips.

The fat man looked at the fierceness in her eyes, her despair, her resentment, and finally turned into a cold killing intent.

Before he screamed out, he was gagged by a paper ball. She tore the books that prisoners used to learn to write in prison to shreds, and put them on his face one by one, splashing water on it. .

"Do you think I really won't kill you?" Song Yuhang repeated it in a low voice, tore a piece of paper, moistened it with water, and patted it.

"Do you know why? That's because I want to..."

"Slowly torture you."

"Do you know what it's called?" She numbly tore a piece of paper and covered it, watching the wet paper highlight his features, the fat man breathed heavily, already speechless.

"This is called suffocating death with water paper covering the face, and the torture that has been circulated for three thousand years. In ancient times, it was called'Tie Jiaguan'. You paste a layer to add you to the Ninth Grade Officer. You get promoted and get rich. Don't you want money?

Song Yuhang murmured, laughed slowly, and tore a piece of paper and pasted it up: "Come on, here it is, here it is, here it is for you!"

She gritted her teeth abruptly, patted all the paper in her hand on his face, and splashed the whole glass of water on her as she raised her hand.

The paper is of good quality and airtight, which exacerbates the loss of oxygen.

The fat man trembled violently, and the paper thin as a cicada's wings fluttered up and down with every breath he took.

He quickly became out of breath due to lack of oxygen, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows. With a combination of fear and fear, coupled with his dying physiological reaction, his pants soon wetted a lot and gave off an unpleasant smell. .

Song Yuhang began to tear the book again, and a prickly sound came from his ear.

The fat man knelt on the ground and raised a finger with difficulty.

Song Yuhang kicked the person over and opened the paper on his face: "Say!"

When the paper was lifted, the fat man burst into tears, begging grandpa to tell his grandma: "Grandma, I said, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Song Yuhang took his collar and pulled the person up: "Say, who sent you to kidnap the child?!"

"I don't know, I don't know, just take money to do things... take money to do things!"

"how does he look like?"

"Men, about 1.7 meters tall, tall and thin, well-dressed, wearing a watch that looks very expensive, and a birthmark the size of a fingernail on his right wrist!"

Fatty panted heavily and finished speaking in one breath, which was cleaner than what he vomited in front of Feng Ju.

"Where can I find him?"

"Huange Nightclub, we are there every time we connect!"

"Where did you sell after you **** the kids?!"

"Sold it to Aunt Hong, a woman named Aunt Hong! I don't know where she sold it."

Song Yuhang kicked him to his feet, and was puzzled, turned around and kicked hard in the face. The combat boots were studded with rivets and had a thick sole.

"I **** your mother's trafficker!"

The fat man screamed, his nose bleeds, and he cried for his father and his mother.

"You still told you to have a **** face! You **** shut up!" Song Yuhang was still trying to move, but was knocked to the ground by the prison guards who violently broke into the door.

With a "click", the handcuffs were put on the wrists.

Song Yuhang did not resist, and let others drive her out of the door and put her in a police car. He just turned his head and stared at the fat man with red eyes, wishing to strip him alive until he couldn't see him.

The fat man shuddered and shrank his head, thinking to himself, this **** prison is not safe.

Feng Jianguo coughed softly and sat opposite her, looking at her who was silent with his head down.

"Ju Feng, don't say anything, look at..."

Whatever you look at, it's impossible to torture the suspect like her.

Feng Jianguo caught fire: "You all go out."

This is what it means to try her alone.

Several case handlers took a look, picked up their notebooks, and walked out.

After everyone had gone, Feng Jianguo said, "Let's talk about it, why did you go to the drug rehabilitation center?"

Song Yuhang lazily raised his eyelids, looked at the camera on the wall, and pulled out an ironic smile.

She would never smile like this in the past, this was Lin's usual expression.

Feng Jianguo was shocked and walked over quietly and turned off the camera. The monitoring screen became dark.

"Can you talk now?"

Song Yuhang leaned forward: "I have nothing to say. I beat him to get out of my anger. I was detained by Feng Ju today, but I can only get one prisoner. I was willing to serve as a **** to solve terrifying cases and create a world-less achievement. . At least the kind of credit that allows you to get the position you want."

Feng Jianguo looked at her quietly, there were things he couldn't understand in those light brown pupils.

In the past, she also decided that she couldn't say such a thing, and she didn't even want to think about these issues.

All of her thoughts are devoted to solving the case, and she is a simple and pure person.

It was the appearance of Lin Fan that made her warmer, like a living "person", and it was the death of Lin Fan that made her more complicated and less "human".

Feng Jianguo sighed quietly in his heart, not knowing whether this move was right or wrong.

"How do you know that I want those? What if I really just want to uphold justice? Even if you are Zhao Ting's apprentice and the face of our Jiang City Bureau, you have to punish you if you make a mistake."

Song Yuhang pursed his lips and smiled: "When I took the seat of the criminal investigation captain, I knew that rights and money, no one doesn't want it, the difference is how to get it."

"I help you get promoted, and you give me a chance to solve the case. It's fair."

As if he heard some funny joke, he picked up the teacup and sneered, then put it down, clasped his hands together, and looked at her quietly.

"I can help you--"

Song Yuhang was slightly startled.

He went on to say: "But that was definitely not because I wanted to be promoted. I haven't been useless enough to rely on the credit of others to climb up. There is only one reason for me to help you."

"That is to hope that criminals can be brought to justice and justice can be done."

Song Yuhang's nose was sour, tears quickly accumulated in his eyes: "Why, haven't you always hated Lin Wei?"

The old man blew his beard and stared: "Who said I hate her?"