"According to reliable information, in ten days there will be a batch of goods worth 200 million yuan to be traded. Your task is--" He knuckles his fingers and taps on the map.

"Find out where to trade."

Lin Wei twisted his eyebrows: "The last time I came out of the teahouse, someone chased me and they were already suspicious. It's impossible to tell me such a core secret."

Feng Jianguo spread his hands: "Because it is the core, it is necessary to insert a nail deeply and kill with one blow."

Lin Fan still felt something was wrong.

"Who made a handwriting of 200 million yuan?"

As expected, he was a meticulous forensic doctor, and when he asked the idea, Feng Jianguo didn't change his face.

"If we can know this, would we still need to be undercover? Those who can make such a big deal are mostly involved in the underworld, and they just happen to be caught in one go."

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows: "Time is running out, you let me think about it."

The highest-level characters she can come into contact with are Kuba and Tiger. As for the top master above, she has never seen him. Since it is a core secret, maybe even Tiger does not know it. If you want to get information, you still have to Start from Kuba.

Feng Jianguo took a black-and-white photo from the last century from his portfolio and placed it on the desktop.

"I will give you this opportunity."

"this is--"

Lin Yan's pupils shrank.

Feng Jianguo nodded slowly: "Yes, it's Dingye."

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The Green Mountain Villa in the rainy night seemed to be covered with a light gauze, standing there quietly.

Song Yuhang stepped aside to turn off the fire, slowly lowered the window, and looked at it with his head tilted, as if he could still see the bright lights of the past, and the good times of the past.

After Lin Nian passed away, there were only two places that could calm her heart completely, one was in front of her tombstone.

Two, here is it.

Many nights of tossing and turning for sleeplessness, either standing all night in front of her tombstone or smoking under a street lamp.

She was not a smoker or alcoholic before, but now she has a pack almost a day.

Song Yuhang lowered the back of the seat a bit, looked up at the rain splashing on the eaves of the villa, dripping ticking down, and quickly pooled into water at the door.

In the reflection, there seemed to be two people standing side by side.

She curled her lips slightly and smiled, and put out the cigarette **** in the ashtray.

Since returning from distress in the suburbs, she hadn't closed her eyes for two days in a row. At this moment, she had a drink, and she was sleepy.

Song Yuhang leaned on the seat, turned his head to look at their former home, thought of her, and gradually fell asleep.

She got her wish and dreamed of Lin Wei, that they were about to get married, wearing white wedding dresses. When Father Lin held her hand to her, a sudden fire swallowed everything.

Song Yuhang slept extremely unsteadily, turned his head slightly, his face was pale, and his forehead was oozing sweat.

She murmured, "Lin Wei...no!"

Tears rolled from the corner of his eyes.

She fell into a vast deep ocean, and the world turned gray as soon as the picture changed.

She watched her young self push open the door of the study, rubbing her eyes: "Dad, what are you talking about?"

The shaggy middle-aged man hugged her to his knees and kissed her cheek.

"Yu Hang, his name is Uncle Lin."

"This is your daughter?" The man sitting across from him was about the same age as his father, and gently touched her head.

The little girl was a little bit shy, pulling the corner of her dress to meet the stranger's eyes.

That face...

She has seen it a long time ago!

Song Yuhang eagerly wanted to make some voices: Dad, Uncle Lin, what is going on? !

But she seemed to be standing in a transparent glass cover, watching everything happening outside, but she could not speak or move.

Song Yuhang heard the little girl yell sweetly: "Uncle Lin."

He was immediately put down on his knees.

"Well, I have to go to kindergarten tomorrow, go to bed, good."

The little girl didn't dare to violate her father's will, and she was reluctant to go out.

She watched her standing outside the door, put her eyes on the crack of the door, and pricked her ears to eavesdrop.

"Master Ding..."

"Seven days later..."

Some vague words floated into his ears.

The girl's mother came over and led the person to the bedroom.

"Why don't you sleep, run in the middle of the night, and be careful that your dad beats you up."

The girl made a face: "He won't beat me. He also brought me to a new uncle."

Song Yuhang opened his mouth: "Mom! Mom! It's me! I'm here!"

She patted the invisible glass hard, and gurgling bubbles appeared in her mouth, but no one responded to her in the end.

Song Yuhang closed her eyes, big beads of sweat leaked from her forehead, and she leaned her head abruptly. She heard a sound of "pop, pop, pop" in a daze. She thought it was a gunshot, so she subconsciously touched it. Put on the co-pilot's mechanical stick.

"Who?!"

The cleaner who was sweeping the road outside the car window was taken aback.

"I thought there was no one. Stop here to give way and get in the way."

When Song Yuhang opened his eyes, the fish belly was white in the east, the faint morning sun shone in through the windshield, and the rain had stopped.

Turns out... Have you slept for so long?

She smiled embarrassedly at the window and let go of the stick with her fingers.

"Sorry, move now."

When she drove the car again on the road, her brain was very clear, and her subconscious resurfaced the details that had happened but gradually forgotten.

It turned out that she had seen Lin Youyuan a long time ago.

It turned out that her father and Lin Fan's father were old friends.

Also, who is the top master they mentioned?

It seems that if you want to find the answer, you must go to that place.

Entering the downtown area, Song Yuhang glanced at the small advertisements on the telephone poles on the side of the road, randomly found a fake certificate, and dialed the phone.

After half an hour.

City Library.

After Song Yuhang showed his credentials to show his intention, the administrator yawned.

"This early morning, you are still the first."

"I need it for work, I'll watch it here, don't take it out." Song Yuhang obediently took out his mobile phone and put it on the counter.

The administrator waved his hand impatiently, beckoning her to go quickly.

Song Yuhang nodded, put the fake reporter card into his pocket, pretended to take out a notebook and walked in.

The Municipal Public Library is the largest and most abundant place in Jiangcheng City. It was formerly known as the Jiangcheng City Archives. After 2000, the unified electronic filing of all documents and files gradually declined, and the municipal government was rebuilt into a library. It is a time for citizens to read and study.

However, most of the people who came here also clocked in and drank coffee, and only a few of them read carefully.

The door just opened early in the morning, and there was no one.

As soon as Song Yuhang walked in, a smell of ink peculiar to books floated into his nose.

She walked forward according to the index and glanced over the isolated ancient books on the shelf one by one, where she could find many things that could not be seen on the intranet.

For example, old newspapers from 40 years ago.

If she goes to the internal network to check, the other party will definitely do something, it would be better to find another way.

The library is fairly large, three floors up and down. She walked along the corridor for a long time before she found the stairs. According to the manager, she smoothly touched the reading room on the third floor.

There was also a registered person at the door, and she handed over the certificate.

"Hello, I want to find old magazines, newspapers or something."

The other party looked up at her face, got the ID right again, and threw the notebook aside, but didn't return it to her.

"Go in, the innermost corner of the sixth row."

Song Yuhang looked at his false testimony: "That..."

The opponent immersed himself in playing cards on the computer and had a great time playing.

"Registration in a while, now there is no time, you come out and get it again."

"Ok."

Song Yuhang walked in from Shanrulu, found the bookshelf he was talking about, and knelt down to search for what he wanted.

She only looked for the legal newspaper.

The purpose is very clear.

Soon, he sorted out a large pile from the piles of old books, periodicals and newspapers, hugged it to the seat next to him, opened the notebook and began to excerpt.

"In 1994, Fenyang Wharf Broken Body..." The pinhole camera hidden in the nib flashed.

Song Yuhang then turned forward and skipped some insignificant cases and dates. Until 1978, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the huge title page read:

"Police in Binhai Province recently uncovered a large-scale drug production and drug trafficking case. They seized 20.3 kg of **** on the spot, 5 vehicles involved in the case, arrested 14 accomplices, and killed the drug lord-"Ding Ye" on the spot. The extraordinarily large criminal gangs have all been arrested."

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Lin Fan leaned on the desk with a glass of red wine in his hand, staying up all night, thinking about what Feng Jianguo said last night.

"Isn't Dingye dead?!"

The old man shook his head: "Ding Ye is just a name passed from the underworld in Hong Kong, and does not refer to a certain person."

"In other words, the old "Ding Ye" died in the battle that the police eliminated the bandits a few years ago, and now it is another Ding Ye that survived?!"

"Yes, I was just a little policeman back then, and I was not qualified to participate in such a battle. I just heard from my seniors that the encirclement and suppression battle was fought quite tragically and the police suffered heavy losses, so I didn't report it extensively."

"Since then, the border has been peaceful for a long time, and the drug dealers have disappeared. Who knows that now they are—"

He said this, gritted his teeth.

"It has made a comeback and brought a new type of drug like'Drunk Dream'. If it is really promoted, the consequences will be disastrous. Border security is at stake. I don't know how many families will be destroyed..."

A gust of wind shook the candlelight, and the old man's brows and eyes were dyed with gold.

Lin Fan was silent, and she said after a while.

"The one who can create the'Drunk Dream' must be a master chemistry. Do you have any doubts?"

Feng Jianguo smiled bitterly: "It's good if you have it. Dingye, Shenlong sees the head but does not see the end. It is this Kuba who comes forward to do things for him."

He put out another photo.

Lin Yan glanced at him: "There is also a tiger, one of the thugs, who is responsible for contacting offline buyers to determine the location of the transaction."

She took a photo and placed it in the center. There was only a black profile head in that photo, and no human face.

"What we already know now is that Kuba, Dingye's confidant, Tiger, the drug cartel fighter, and I, Pei Jinhong, are responsible for picking up the goods for him and looking for suitable buyers."

"Ding Ye, the leader of the group, unknown; the person behind the scenes making drugs is unknown; the person responsible for transporting drugs is unknown; the production location of "Drunken Dream" is unknown; the trading location is unknown."

Lin Fan slammed the pen and said, "I don't know anything, and I'm barren!"

"Don't worry, although we don't know this, we have already received the news that Ding Ye will come in three days later to meet with this mysterious buyer. At that time, you will have a great opportunity to break into the core management of the criminal gang. ."

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"The Dingye is dead, who would it be? Who would it be?" Song Yuhang spoke plausibly and quickly flipped through the newspaper, only to see that the detailed report on the other side was cut off in its entirety.

She only had time to take a photo with a pinhole camera before she was patted on the shoulder.

"Is this certificate yours?" Song Yuhang looked back and found that the administrator who was just holding her fake certificate had a bad expression on his face.

"Why can't it be entered into the system?"

Song Yuhang laughed dryly, closed his notebook without a trace, and put the pen with the pinhole camera into his pocket.

"Really? Let me see."

As she said, she took it from the other's hand, pretending to look carefully: "It's impossible."

The other party was also a little confused, and she didn't look like a bad person in her face.

Song Yuhang suddenly brightened his eyes and pointed out the window: "What do you think it is?"

The administrator turned her head subconsciously, she ran with her bag, and jumped over the table, leaving two footprints behind.

"I'm sorry!"

"Hey, don't run!"

The administrator staggered and pushed away the tables and chairs to chase them out. The person had disappeared at the end of the corridor, and could not help cursing inwardly: "Neurotic!"

When he got these precious materials, Song Yuhang began to wash the photos as soon as he got home, nailed them to his whiteboard, and took a step back to examine these clues.

Some unclear things gradually became clear.

She has to go to the logistics park where the drug manufacturing factory was discovered last time, and maybe she can find new clues.

Song Yuhang opened a packet of instant noodles without taking a bowl, so he poured hot water into the bag, took a plastic box, stirred it with chopsticks twice, and after eating in three or two bites, he took the key and went out.