Lin Fan changed his clothes and appeared in a high-end club in the city center. It had just entered the night, there were not many people, the lights were sluggish, and there were boys in tuxedos playing the violin in the restaurant, melodious and pleasant.

She followed the waiter around several bends, her high heels stepping on the soft carpet silently.

Until stopped at a door, the waiter bent down and bowed: "Miss Lin, please."

Lin Fan pushed the door in. The man swung to hit the ball. The ball didn't go into the hole. Hearing the movement, he turned to see her, and a smile naturally appeared on his face.

Not too enthusiastic or alienated.

"It's coming."

He wiped her sweat with a towel and motioned for her to sit.

The waiter took her in and left quietly. This was a small indoor golf course. Lin Wei was not welcome. There were already refreshments on the table—as if he knew she would come.

I twisted a candied fruit with my fingertips and sent it into my mouth, frowning slightly-too ​​sweet.

She wiped her hands with a tissue and made no further movements.

The man was forty away, of medium build, with a clean face, and wearing a humble ordinary T-shirt. After a round of golf, he was slightly panting and sat down opposite her.

"How about it, is the trial going well today?"

Lin Fan had always been sitting on a chair, not standing upright, leaning on a chair, two white and slender legs gently stacked on top of each other, thin red high-heeled shoe straps hung on the snow-white ankles.

They are also more **** than during the day, with a well-cut black sleeveless dress with a deep V-neck, and the collarbone and plump areas are all exposed.

This color style is too amorous, but she wears it without any dusty, just right enchanting.

The earlobe is decorated with two large earrings, the wavy hair is on the plate, and a little broken hair is left in front of the cheeks and forehead. The skin is white but prefers to wear dark lipstick.

Such women are stunners and prey to men.

Lin Tied up with a smile: "Well, it went well."

As if responding to her words, the mobile phone on the table lit up, and a bank remittance message popped out of the screen. The amount was huge, and it was signed by Xinye Company.

The man raised his wine glass: "Congratulations to Miss Lin to enter Doujin again."

"Where and where, I have to thank you for giving me this opportunity."

The goblets touched each other lightly, and the two smiled tacitly at each other.

When he put down the wine glass, Lin Fan's lips faded: "Then as agreed..."

"Don't worry, I have sent someone to check the information you asked me to find on the public security intranet..."

Lin Yan's pupils shrank slightly: "How?"

The man shook his head and took another sip of champagne: "It's difficult, the case back then was old, and the intranet was just a few words, I copied it down, but I don't think it would be of much help to you."

The woman on the other side trembled her lips and quickly recovered her calm: "This kind of major case, the Public Security Bureau should keep paper files."

The man nodded bluntly: "Yes, but it's strange to say that we moved the archives room last month, and a batch of old files were gone, and there was no ash left."

The fire in the archives room is not a trivial matter. Several crimes of malfeasance have been investigated and dealt with, but they are all old past events that have been closed, and no one has studied them deeply.

"There will be another place."

"The Procuratorate."

As usual, as the supervision department of the public security organ, all evidence will be submitted to the procuratorate and then transferred to the court, so there should be a backup.

However, the procuratorate has always obtained case files from the Public Security Bureau. I have never heard of the public security organ requesting files from the procuratorate. Isn't this the equivalent of admitting malfeasance in disguise?

What's more, this is something that is not visible, and normal procedures cannot be followed.

Of course Lin Nian understood the disadvantages. Although she did not speak, she squeezed the thin neck of the goblet, her finger bones were pale as jade, and the force seemed to break at any time.

The man shook his head: "No, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau, they will definitely have a backup as the place where the crime occurred. If there is no more..."

He looked up, his eyes filled with a dark and unclear light: "Lin Wei, you can't investigate this case anymore."

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Binhai Province is located in the southwest and borders the sea, and there are many storms and rains in summer.

The strong wind shook the branches, and the rain came in with the curtains.

The woman stepped barefoot on the ground.

"You can't investigate this case anymore."

Just chewing on this sentence, she chewed up her hatred, raised her hand and slammed it into the wall.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the room. The walls were filled with "Xs" with red paint pens, and the long tails dragged them down like dried blood.

A few yellowed photos and newspapers were nailed with pushpins above the blood stains. The room was not big, and most of the wall was covered with radiance.

The photos resemble human bones and pieces of meat are not mottled by time, and the paper is moldy and faded, but the stench can still be smelled across the distance of time and space.

The girls were clustered in the middle, watching her smile quietly, the original delicate face was also a little weird against this background.

Another flash of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the woman's somewhat gloomy face.

She moved her throat slightly and drank the liquid in the goblet with her head up.

The arm dropped, and the remaining liquid in the cup hit the floor drop by drop, like blood splashing on the feet.

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The news happened to hit the moment when Lin Wei was chased by reporters. Song Yuhang was holding a teacup in his hand and was listening attentively. He was caught off guard by someone pushing the office door open.

She quickly put down the tea cup and stood up: "Good for Zhao Ting."

She almost subconsciously raised her hand to salute. The woman is wearing a spring and autumn uniform, a light blue shirt, and a meticulous tie. The other hand is standing upright next to the seam of the trousers, and the flip-brimmed hat is quiet and quiet according to the regulations. Place it on the left side of the table.

Seeing her being so formal, Zhao Ting laughed again: "There are not so many rules here, sit down."

"it is good."

Song Yuhang sat down again, still sitting in a precarious manner, with his back straight.

"How are you?"

"It's okay, it's high blood pressure, old problems, but it's not a big deal to listen to your teacher's mother to take medicine every day."

Zhao Ting was in his early fifties, slightly fat, with some gray hair between his temples, but his body was still strong and his head was full of energy.

At that time, he was still studying at the Public Security University. As a senior police inspector of the Criminal Investigation Corps of the Binhai Provincial Public Security Department, he would often give lectures. He was also half of Song Yuhang’s teacher. After graduation, she wanted to return to the Jiang City Public Security Bureau. adjust.

She was grateful for all of these, and this time, taking advantage of the time of the meeting at the provincial office, she had time to visit her former teacher.

Unexpectedly, the two people are entangled in trivial matters, and the only time to meet is in the office.

But this is enough, Zhao Junfeng is one of the few people who treats her extremely well.

"You still have to take care of your body and take the medicine on time. Don't let my mother remind you... these are some health products for you."

She was not a talkative person, and she couldn't say anything in her heart.

I saw some colorful gift boxes piled up at her feet, the "golden partner" that was often broadcast on TV, and some dairy products, bird's nests and so on.

He seemed to be a little bit dumbfounded: "Hua, you child, come here, why do you buy these? Let your mother see you and say you again, besides, the police station carries these in and out to let people see what it looks like. !"

Having said that, I can see that he is really happy.

Song Yuhang bends the corners of his lips slightly, and said nothing.

Zhao Junfeng was dealing with the official documents at hand while chatting about daily routines. He also planned to wait until today to get off work and have a drink with this apprentice. Unexpectedly, an internal call came in, and the old minister's brows frowned slightly.

"what's happenin?"

"Reporter interview."

Zhao Junfeng has worked in criminal investigation all his life. He walked step by step, how many times he was born to death, and licked his blood. What he feared most was not the vicious criminals, but the intellectuals who were accustomed to verbal criticism.

Zhao Junfeng hung up the phone and suddenly felt helpless: "As you know, the 4.18 case was turned over again, and the procuratorate sent people to supervise it over three days. The court was also urging us to add new evidence. There was a lot of noise on the Internet, and we said The confession was extorted by torture! The brothers in the corps have been sleepless for a few days, but the suspect is not so easy to catch."

Binhai Province is a populous province. More than one-third of the population are migrant workers. There is a mixture of fish and dragons, and it takes a lot of effort to investigate.

Song Yuhang considered it: "I have a general understanding of the case. I suggest that the direction of investigation should be on people who have had close contact with the deceased. After all, there are not many people who know that the deceased has heart disease, especially those with the deceased. Those who have been in contact, and those who have been in KTV on the night of the incident, focus on investigation."

"The deceased works in KTV, the interpersonal relationship is complicated." He took a sip from his teacup, frowning.

Because of this, the brothers of the corps have been fighting for several consecutive nights. Although he does not have to go and visit house to house in person as a leader, he has a heavy burden on his shoulders. He has not slept peacefully for several days.

Song Yuhang pondered for a moment. When she was thinking about a problem, her thumb would gently rub her index finger unconsciously.

Although, there is not much mood swing on that face.

"At the same time, investigating Jin Weixin to find out the source of the medicine, and it is not far from the truth."

"Have you read the autopsy report?" Zhao Junfeng did not shy away, and the documents were on the table.

"Look, since the murderer can poison the deceased and leave the deceased unprepared, it shows that he has a close relationship with the deceased. The autopsy report said that the deceased was stabbed in the chest by a fruit knife shortly after his death to cause hemorrhage. Monitoring focuses on this. During the time period, see who has been in and out of the box."

Zhao Junfeng was holding the tea cup, the water vapor came up to wet the lenses of the reading glasses, and he gently rubbed the wall of the cup, his expression a little secretive.

"The deceased is dead, why do you have to go back and have another stabbing?"

"In order to disturb the sight of the police, or... to blame others."

She gently pursed her lower lip: "Or just simply fear that the deceased will not die and make up for it."

The scientific image of criminal psychology is based on crime analysis, victim information, and logical evidence, rather than the magic of fortune-telling.

Therefore, she has not investigated on the spot, nor has she seen the corpse with her own eyes, and can only give advice.

"The murderer had close contact with the deceased, Jin Weixin, and even had a holiday with one of the two."

"May appear in the KTV that night."

"Does not rule out the possibility of women committing crimes."

There is too little information, and this is the conclusion.

After she finished speaking, Zhao Junfeng smiled lightly, as if he was confident, but also as expected.

It was dusk now, and the rays of the setting sun projected in through the blinds, and a spot of light fell on his desk.

The wind blew a corner of the autopsy report, revealing the name of the chief forensic physician: Lin Wei.

At this time, Song Yuhang didn't understand what his smile meant, but later learned that what she said had been mentioned to him a few days ago.

Is it a hero who sees the same thing, or is it a destined enemy?

At that time, Song Yuhang had already passed the year, thinking that he had finished one-third of his life, and because of the relationship between his profession and the profession he learned, he knew everything about the world, but he didn't know that fate was a messy web. .

She and Lin Wei are just the two most insignificant stars in the wave of this era.

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"Miss, the meal is ready." The butler gently knocked on the study door.

Lin Fan put the folded paper crane into the transparent glass bottle, closed the lid, sealed it, and locked it in the window.

"Come on."

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"Come on, Xiao Song, finally come and eat more."

In the evening, the master prepared a family banquet and cooked a table of hot dishes, fish, shrimp and crab meat, everything.

Seeing that the rice bowls had been piled up into a hill, Song Yuhang had no choice but to put it in his mouth and stretched out his hand to block it.

"Enough, Master, there is still more in the bowl, you can eat too."

"Hey, okay, sit down first, I'm still simmering soup in my pot."

With that, he ran into the kitchen again to bring the soup.

Zhao Junfeng opened a bottle of Wuliangye, filled it up for herself, and poured her only a small cup.

When two plastic wine glasses touched each other, Song Yuhang took a sip, his face flushed.

Zhao Junfeng laughed: "I still can't drink like this."

"Ahem..." She put down the wine glass, and the mother just brought the soup back and filled her with a small bowl.

"Make you laugh."

"Oh, why are you pushing people to drink, Xiao Song can't drink, don't listen to him, come and have soup."

Song Yuhang quickly stood up to take the bowl: "Thank you, Master."

"Thank you, kid, no one of us has come here for ten days and a half month. You're here, well, my mother is pleased in her heart."

Zhao Junfeng started working as a policeman until now the deputy director of the Binhai Provincial Public Security Department specializing in criminal investigation. He has experienced blood and blood, but he had no children until he was old. His only son was also due many years ago. The gangster was killed in revenge.

If you can grow up safely, you should be the age to get married and start a business now.

Even though the case was solved, the old couple left scars in their hearts, and they have not had any more children for so many years.

So no matter when he comes, the Zhao family is always deserted.

Zhao Junfeng filled himself up again: "Stop talking about this, I heard, you are talking about it? The other party's age, family background and occupation? What is his personality? Can he beat his wife?"

The first response to criminal investigation is to ask these questions.

Song Yuhang couldn't laugh or cry: "I can't hide anything from you, and haven't talked about it yet, just listen to my mother and go on a blind date."

Zhao Junfeng understands her, and would not say that if she didn't change her character. This time 80% of them saw her right.

"I have been in contact a few times. I am a few years older than me, less than forty, single and unmarried, no bad hobbies such as tobacco and alcohol, my home is in Jiangcheng, and I have a doctor of medicine."

The teacher listened to her and felt that the conditions were good, and she was a little confused: "It's still a first marriage at this age. There will be no unspeakable concealment. It is better to pay more attention and observe carefully."

Song Yuhang knows: "Well, what you are talking about is that you have seen noodles a few times and eaten a few meals, and when you are with friends, I haven't thought about anything else for the time being."

"Yes, that's the reason. I can't worry about marriage. Xiao Song's conditions are so good, I don't have to worry about finding a good one."

Zhao Junfeng glared at her anxiously: "What do you know, criminal police are not easy to find a target, and women are even rarer in this business! Don't hurry up to find someone who looks right to marry while you are young. The older you get, the older you get. If you pick someone, you still pick you!"

This is exactly the same as her mother said.

Song Yuhang helped the emperor: "Zhao Ting..."

The mother quarreled with him again because of this: "Then you are not grateful that I fell in love with you. I have cultivated my blessing for eight lifetimes!"

"You old lady, I think the older you are, the less forgiving you will be..."

Although Zhao Junfeng complained, the smile in his eyes did not change, and everyone in the room laughed.

The lights of the city are lit up successively, the traffic is shuttled on the viaduct, and the food in the house is fragrant. For thousands of people, this is just an ordinary and ordinary weekend.

For Song Yuhang, until many years later, she still remembered the redness of the master's face filled with alcohol, the way her master laughed and scolded, and the table full of her favorite meals.

That was a good time never to go back.