Breaking Through the Clouds: 81.Chapter 81

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Bu Wei is like white algae swaying at the bottom of the river. After a long while, she finally stepped into the ward, closed the door with her backhand, walked to the bed, and sat down straight.

This angle made her and Jiang Ting look straight at each other, facing each other-as if a certain curse had been silently lifted, finally breaking free from the bottom-up side angle.

She asked: "What do you want me to answer?"

"Although it happened the night before, I think the police haven't had time to tell you." Jiang paused and said, "Wang Xingye is dead."

Bu Wei's face was blank, as if he hadn't had time to fill in the emotions on the whiteboard. After several seconds, she slowly showed surprise, surprise and a trace of fear: "...what...what?"

"Falling down from a residential area in Gongzhou, the body was found the next morning. The police are currently preliminarily determined to commit suicide in fear of crime."

Jiang Ding's upper body leaned deeply into the back of the armchair, his posture was natural and calm, which was the opposite of the girl's stiff and somewhat deliberately upright sitting posture. It took a long time for Bu Wei to barely digest the sad news, shivering and hoarsely said: "...it was too sudden, I didn't expect..."

"Really?"

Bu Wei's voice paused, looking at Jiang Ting, who repeated it in her sight: "I really didn't expect it?"

"...I don't understand what you mean."

"I thought you had expected that Wang Xingye would die a long time ago, when you said,'The kidnapper is my uncle' in front of Yan Xiu." Jiang Ting said slowly, "--or earlier , When you heard Yan Xiu and the others privately discussed that Shen Xiaoqi’s chances of waking up are actually very high, so they decided to take the lead and throw Wang Xingye out to divert their attention..."

"I don't understand what you are talking about?" Bu Wei interrupted Jiang Ting with a sharp voice: "The kidnappers forced me to push Shen Xiaoqi down. What's wrong with me based on the truth?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"..."

"But Wang Xingye, the only one who can prove this, is dead." A smile appeared in Jiang Ting's eyes, although there was no friendliness and kindness in that smile: "That is to say, no one can prove that you are To be coerced to kill, or to cooperate actively, or to cooperate with the accomplice, or even... from the very beginning, proactively demanded that Shen Xiaoqi be killed.

Bu Wei’s expression is a bit weird, like two opposite expressions of fierce stare and weak and innocent, which penetrates and intermingles inside and outside, so that when she speaks, her voice is a little distorted: "Uncle police officer, I’m just a poor student. Where did you offend you?"

"Don't think too much, it's just a normal logical speculation from the criminal investigation perspective." Jiang Ting's performance was much flatter: "By the way, maybe they forgot to tell you that you are not the first victim — we are in Wang Xingye. A note was found in the harboring stronghold, which is exactly an archive. It records the first two girls, Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin. Have you heard of these two names?"

Bu Wei shook her head vigilantly: "...I don't know."

"I don’t think you probably know. Teng Wenyan was discovered by Wang Xingye in Lingzhou five years ago. In mid-July two years ago, she was kidnapped and killed with another teenager named Li Rui; Li Yuxin It was discovered by Wang Xingye in Jiangyang County four years ago. In mid-July last year, she and another classmate named He Liang were kidnapped, and then He Liang was killed. Li Yuxin suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. It’s quite a rule to follow. You only encountered this kind of thing after being adopted for three years. It feels like three years is like a shelf life with a certain freshness and exhaustion. Once the shelf life expires, there is no value."

Speaking of Jiang Ting seemed very interesting, and looked at Bu Wei with a slight smile.

But Bu Wei's white and tender face suddenly became very ugly when she learned that there were two other girls. With Jiang Ting's last few words, it even turned faintly blue.

"Oh, yes. Teng Wenyan is a shampoo girl from Lingzhou City, and Li Yuxin is a county girl who went out to'socialize' with her drug-addicted mother." The smile in Jiang Ting's eyes became more and more meaningful: "--so You see, there is nothing to be sad about, at least you are not so...how do you say, unique."

At the same time, inside the speeding Phaeton.

"Once the expiration date has passed, there is no value...At least you are not that unique."

The car Bluetooth played the sound of Jiang Ding in sync. Han Xiaomei frowned suspiciously. She secretly glanced at Yan Xiu several times, but couldn't help but ask: "Strict, Yan team?"

Yan Xi changed lanes and turned, staring at the front of the car, and nodded to her.

"Well... why did Consultant Lu say that Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin were both adopted for three years? You didn't write that in the notebook you found in Wang Xingye's family?"

Yan Xiu said: "Disrupt the opponent's psychological defense."

"Huh?"

"Buwei's uneasy change stems from a certain confidence deep in her heart. Although we don't know what the source is, it must be related to a certain characteristic of her. Your consultant Lu deliberately misrepresented the first two victims. The description of Bu Wei obscures and unifies all the uniqueness of Bu Wei, which is a method of drawing salary from the bottom of the battle against her psychological defense."

Han Xiaomei, who seems to understand but not understand, forcibly remembered these words in her head, and pondered it over and over again.

——Indeed, Bu Wei has a kind of dexterity, softness and pitifulness that is extremely incompatible with his age. This unique temperament is rare in many experienced adult women.

But these uniqueness suddenly became extremely fragile and difficult to maintain when she faced Jiang Ting. She seemed to be an invincible weapon and encountered the nemesis of her nature.

"Uncle Wang is usually out of town. I don't know what he is doing." Bu Wei's eyes dropped, staring at her thin white hand resting on her lap: "I don't know what police uncle you want to say. , Are you going to catch me? Can I hire a lawyer?"

"No one wants to catch you, I just asked you to answer the questions." Jiang Ting was still sitting in a very comfortable position, pressing the picture book on his thigh with his left hand, and putting his right hand in his trouser pocket. Suddenly, his conversation turned: "——Do you know why the master behind the scenes planned three kidnappings for three consecutive years?"

Bu Wei's voice is soft: "I have already told Officer Yan, I thought Uncle Wang just wanted money."

"If you want money, you won't need to support you for three years first, and he can't support you by himself."

Bu Wei said nothing.

Sunlight projected into the ward from the glass window behind her. Even if it was against the light, her hair was soft and oily like silk, and her skin was crystal clear and white as if she was shining slightly; she was just sitting there in her nightdress, all over her body. It reveals intangible refinement, elegance and fragrance.

No matter how young a woman is or how superior her natural capital is, this kind of art-like fragrance cannot be derived entirely from her innateness. It takes countless money and resources to spend on invisible details.

"Wang Xingye is just a broker," Jiang Ting said lightly. "There is also a behind-the-scenes agent behind him, a person who really enjoys writing scripts and performing plots, and only a kidnapping case can satisfy his inner desires; you are him Actor, but not the only one."

Bu Wei sat upright by the hospital bed, her spine seemed to be supported by a stick: "...I don't know who you are behind the scenes."

Maybe the air is too stagnant, or Jiang Ting's excessively stretched posture in this stalemate stimulated her. After a few seconds, Bu Wei finally couldn't help but raised her head provocatively again:

"But even if the kidnapping is just a scene, is there really a so-called ‘only’ actor?"

"Of course." Jiang Ting's attitude was still very flat, as if he didn't feel the little needles in the girl's voice: "But things have reached this point, you still have to pretend that you don't know anything. Huh, little girl?"

"..."

Jiang Ting gently tossed the album called "Starry Sky Art" on the bedside table: "You usually study astronomy very hard."

The picture book belonged to Bu Wei, and as the corner of the book hit the bedside table with a "Boom!", the girl's heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

"I’m different. I hate the astrology and constellations, which are both impractical and unreasonable. If someone dares to show off these mysterious knowledges to me, they will basically be left out in the cold. Ignore it." Jiang Ting smiled and said, "Look, this is the difference between me and you."

Downstairs in a residential area, Phaeton quickly stopped, Yan Xiu stepped out of the car wearing a headset, and suddenly stopped.

Han Xiaomei and Ma Xiang stopped behind him when they saw this, their anxious eyes focused on Yan Xiu. I saw him pressing the sync monitor headset with one hand, and murmured suspiciously after a long while:

"...Astrology?"

The ward was filled with the suffocating smell of disinfectant water, and the ceiling and walls were all pale, reflecting a large cloud of hazy and temperatureless light.

If Bu Wei's expression was just ugly, it would be cold and gloomy now. I don’t know how long it took before she was suddenly given life like a rusty machine. She twisted her neck "click" and stared at Jiang Ting sharply: "So what?"

"..."

"So what do you want to do now, Lu, Gu, ask?"

Jiang Ting's right hand, which had been inserted in his trouser pocket from the very beginning, finally took it out--there was a tiny sync monitor between his fingers. He found a pen casually, slid the tip of the pen, opened the cover behind the monitor, then removed the battery, and shook it in front of Buwei.

——A few kilometers away, the sound in the headset suddenly disappeared, and he was stunned for a while, and then the phone vibrated as a new message.

The message comes from Jiang Ting: [The battery is out. 】

"..." Yan Xiu was uncertain in his heart, hesitated for two seconds and typed in: [Should I send someone to the hospital immediately? 】

The dialog box shows that it is typing, and it disappears after a while, and then it appears again.

But the subsequent reply from Jiang Ting was only one word:

[Okay. 】

"It's about half an hour before the police arrive." Jiang Ting put away his mobile phone in the ward, and put it back in his trouser pocket casually: "Want to talk, little girl?"

Buwei, who is always warm and gentle, suddenly burst out coldly: "Do you not know my name?"

"I know."

"Then why do you always call me a little girl?"

Jiang Ting looked at her interestingly: "Because the name is a code name for a person as an independent individual, with special meaning, hope, and uniqueness, and you are obviously just a mass-produced puppet. You are not the first, nor the last. There will be no shortcomings in this world because of your departure. It is just a shadow missing for me. So what is your name and what does it have to do with me? "

Bu Wei's hand resting on her thigh suddenly clenched, and the back of her hand suddenly burst into blue veins!

"Let's guess." Jiang Ting didn't seem to see her eyes flashing with cold flames, and said lazily: "You met that person three years ago, didn't you?"

Bu Wei slightly raised her head, with an expression "I want to see how much you know" on her face.

"You grew up taking drugs with your parents, so your family is in distress, and you may often be beaten for various trivial matters. When you were eleven or twelve years old, your parents both drove and died. Your unhappy childhood was even worse. You may Being sent to an orphanage, or under a fence, no matter what kind of experience is enough for a child to taste the cold and warmth of the world prematurely. You think that this kind of desperate and unfair life will continue into adulthood, but you didn't expect to welcome it soon Here comes an unexpected turnaround-when you were thirteen years old, you met an adult man, very rich, polite, and possibly a so-called gentleman, who allowed you to live a life like a little princess in a fairy tale. "

"Naturally, when you first fell in love, you fell in love with him."

Jiang Ting is handsome, his palms on the armrests on both sides spread out.

Bu Weibei bit her lower lip tightly, her fingers twisted convulsively.

"Extraordinary beauty, excessive early wisdom, various family shadows in childhood, and blind worship of cruel, violent, criminal power and other negative things, these factors create your extremely sensitive and extreme personality. So when you When you realized that you were just a shadow—you might not have thought that you were not the only shadow—instead of sinking into self-pity and turning into pitiful waste, you decided to take the initiative to take the fate and fight back. So you found Fan Zhengyuan."

Jiang stopped and leaned forward slightly, staring at Bu Wei's trembling eyes: "If you are a little older, you may come into contact with more difficult elite killers. They are cold-blooded, cruel, and expensive, and they also train. Well-prepared. But you are still too young. At your age and identity, Fan Zhengyuan is already the maximum limit you can reach. Although in the eyes of us adults, he is clumsy and vulnerable, and things are not unexpectedly revealed. Outside."

"...So what?" Bu Wei couldn't help but leaned forward, forcing herself to face Jiang Ting's gaze hard: "It's just my bad luck that things are revealed. I will learn from the lesson next time. Progressive, Lu-Uncle-Uncle."

Jiang Ting didn't care about her name, "One bold act is enough for you to be punished, where will you come next time?"

"What kind of punishment, I don't know what you are talking about—"

"You know, little girl." Jiang Ting leaned back into the armchair, his expression unhappy: "Otherwise, why did Teng Wenyan and Li Yuxin both kidnap in mid-July, only you at the end of June? "

Bu Wei doesn't know why, but after all, she is a girl with a keen mind and a very high IQ. Jiang Ting's words made her instinctively feel something very bad.

"...what about the end of June?"

"The so-called ritual, or the test that the person puts on you little girls, will only happen in the middle of July each year. Because all this commemorates a certain day in mid-July many years ago. The story starts at 8 o'clock. From the moment the sun sets at zero nine minutes."

"Do you think that as long as you perfectly reproduce every detail and every conversation that happened that year, you can pass this test and turn from a poor shadow to the master?-No, these things you have experienced are not tests but The punishment is an insignificant rehearsal performance by the puppets in the background before the official curtain kicks off."

Jiang Ting’s calm and hoarse voice was very nice when he said it, but Buwei heard it more terrifying than the most vicious curse:

"...I don't believe..."

"At 8:09." Jiang Ting jokingly said, the smile on his lips deepened: "If it is placed in midsummer in July, it will be the end of the day and the beginning of the night, which means that the carefree youth has been darkened for a long time. The penalty is replaced. But what is it at the end of June? It is dark, and the person who wrote the script has gone. You really think he will care how much effort and effort you have put in to pass this so-called'test'? The test was not prepared for you. You are already an exiled pawn."

"I have not been banished! Impossible!" Bu Wei suddenly got up, but the improvement in physical position did not give her the upper hand. On the contrary, she seemed to be swiftly falling into the cold abyss in a trance: "Don't talk nonsense, What are you? You are nothing but..."

Jiang Ting nailed the neurotic girl in place with a single sentence:

"Then why have you never received any instructions from that person since you were found hospitalized by the police?"

"..." Bu Wei's eyes widened, and the blood on his face faded.

"He ignored you, you were abandoned." Jiang Ting smiled and looked at her, seeming to have a little pity: "This is the punishment for the substitute for trying to obliterate the Lord."

The dilapidated and rusty security door was pushed open, and the air with a strong smell of gray mold pounced on his face.

"Be careful, we don't have a certificate." Yan Xiu grabbed Han Xiaomei, "Ma Xiang is guarding the outside. If you find something out, you can go back to the bureau to get a search warrant."

This is a typical old-fashioned house. On the left side of the door is the kitchen full of clutter. Pass through the small entrance, enter the low dining room with toilet, and pass through a wooden door to support the steel wire bed. Of the hall. The steel wire bed can almost be used for adults to lie on their sides. It is conceivable that Bu Wei slept when he was a child; the east of the hall is connected to the adult’s bedroom, with old desks, wooden beds, large wardrobes with peeling paint, and a few hanging on the walls. Ten years ago, in the poor-quality background wedding photos in the photo studio, the background colors had faded, and the faces of the newlyweds were painted in a mess with watercolor brushes. The sharp and messy brushstrokes clearly sparkled with the malice from the children.

"This place...is probably the home of Bu Wei's parents when she was young. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time." Han Xiaomei lowered her head and carefully walked through the bedroom door, squinting her eyes and looking left and right: "Weird, Why does she still carry the key with her?"

Yan Xiu's voice sounded from the outhouse: "Because she has been back recently."

"Hey?"

Han Xiaomei walked out of the house with a sound, and saw Yan Xiu squatting in front of the video projector in the hall.

——Everything in this room is covered with gray, only the projector is slightly newer, and there are obvious signs of being wiped. When Yan Xi turned on the power, the screen flashed fluorescent light suddenly, and then the disc cartridge buzzed, and the disc that had not been taken out before the last power failure was automatically ejected.

"What is this?" Han Xiaomei asked curiously.

Yan Xi did not answer, but inserted the disc into the projector and pressed the play button with his survey gloves.

The old house has poor lighting, and the room is old and dark. Only the faint fluorescent light on the screen obscure Yan Xiu's face. The first thing that came out was the snowflakes and color bands produced by the digital quantization of inferior discs. Then the picture flashed, and the fingers that were enlarged to the entire screen appeared in front of Yan Xiu and Han Xiaomei.

"Will it work?" someone said on the screen.

"Not easy to use."

"I can't stop the button, I'm struggling..."

The screen kept shaking, and then the focus was zoomed out.

The background turned out to be an office of the Public Security Bureau. A young man wearing a light blue shirt, full epaulettes and ties, with cuffs rolled up to his elbows, was sitting behind a spacious desk, sharp when the camera swept over. He raised his head, and then stretched out his hand to block half of his handsome profile.

"Leave Team Jiang!" Someone shouted behind the screen: "The car is waiting for us downstairs!"

The young man sorted out the case files, got up and took the police uniform jacket on the back of the chair. It may be the reason that the uniform pants are stiff. He walked with long legs, and frowned slightly when he passed the camera. At that moment, his white cheeks and black temples became thicker and thicker with the movement of frowning. Eyelashes are clearly on the screen:

"Close first, start the action before shooting."

Han Xiaomei opened her mouth and was speechless, staggering on the sofa.

Yan Xiu stared straight at the screen, gritted his teeth, and just opened his mouth, the beating heart would jump out of his throat——

This video is from a law enforcement recorder of the Gongzhou Detachment.

Bu Wei once hid in this dilapidated old house, watching over and over again Jiang Ting who imitated various movements and demeanors of his younger days!