Chapter 168

The typhoon finally passed. In the afternoon, the sky began to clear up. Later, the sea transportation resumed.

After investigating the scene of Wu Hongyou's suicide, Lu Siyu and Song Wen went to the nearby farmhouse for a meal and called the nursing Bureau. Then they went back to the happy hotel and told officer Du all the information.

It is hard for people to imagine that such a scene happened in the most prosperous downtown area of Nancheng.

Such an accident almost happened in a flash, the whole intersection was in an uproar, and the vehicles stopped one after another.

What the man did is undoubtedly a suicidal act. This is the downtown near Nancheng bus station. When he rushed to the middle of the road, a car trying to catch up with the red light had no time to brake and crashed into him. The man was hit three meters away and fell into a pool of blood.

The man ran very fast, as if he had planned the route for his escape. Song Wen, regardless of the injury on his wrist, chased forward a few steps.

At this time, Song Wen rushed over, raised his leg and knee to hit the opponent's abdomen, then hit the opponent's ear with his elbow. The man, in pain, reached for Song Wen's left wrist. Song Wen's wound was brought to him, but he didn't hold him for a moment. Then the man seemed to be crazy, broke away from Song Wen, turned over the roadside green belt, and ran towards the middle of the road.

The man didn't grab the knife, so he gave up the weapon and ran away.

The man tried to grab the knife and wring it with his hand. Lu Si held him tightly. The hard knife stuck in his body. He could even feel the scratch of the knife tip. The metal was cold, as if it had frozen the viscera and flesh. He felt that he had always been good at enduring pain. At this time, he could not help but let out a low "Oh" and forced to endure the pain.

It was a fruit knife. Lu Siyu's body collapsed and half leaned against the car. He covered the wound with one hand, and with the other hand he held the man's knife hand, holding the man to death.

A very light voice broke through the air, and then he felt a pain in his abdomen. Something sharp pierced his clothes, cut his flesh and blood, and plunged into his body.

All this happened so quickly that Lu Si language didn't respond at all.

"Song Wen!" Lu Si language is almost subconscious, called Song Wen. Before his hand was removed from his schoolbag, he was hit by the man and his schoolbag fell to the ground.

Then the man rushed over.

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Lu Siyu doesn't know who this person is. He has no impression in his mind, but he intuitively feels that men are looking at them.

It was a man in his thirties. His hair was messy and his body was thin. He bent and his eyes were red. He was staring at their direction and panting quickly. He looked at his direction and Song Wen.

The trunk flicks away quietly. Lu Siyu just puts one bag and lowers his head to put another. As soon as he looks up, he sees a man standing on the roadside not far away.

Lu Siyu took the bag. When he saw Song Wen carrying it before, he felt very relaxed. Now he is carrying it. The two bags are quite heavy.

Song Wen saw him take the initiative for the first time. After listening to Lu Siyu's words, he felt warm. He was not stubborn. He handed Lu Siyu his bag and leaned against the car to watch him waiting for him to come back.

Lu Siyu took Song Wen's bag and said, "I'll put my luggage. You're still hurt. Don't worry about it."

Song Wen put down his heart and said, "master, please open the trunk."

It is estimated that it is still on the way. The driver waved his hand and said, "come on, I'm in a hurry to hand over the shift."

Song Wen said hastily, "go to Xicai street."

After two minutes, a taxi stopped beside them. The driver rolled down the window and said, "which way are you going?"

The city is like a busy road before they start,. At this time point, everyone is in a hurry. Taxis are in a hurry to hand over, while private cars are afraid of traffic jams in the rush hour.

It's more than five o'clock in the evening. It's getting dark early recently.

Two people walk out of the station all the way to the bus stop across the road. Lu Siyu takes out his mobile phone and uses the taxi software not very skillfully. Song Wen waves there to stop a taxi.

Lu Si said: "it's better to take a regular taxi."

"We are not really fishing for law enforcement. The police also need to take a taxi..." Song Wen sighed.

Song Wen wanted to ask others. As soon as he turned his head, the black car drivers were startled and scattered like birds. The light around the exit cleared quickly.

The driver understood this time and turned pale: "ask someone else, I won't go..." Without saying a word, he turned and ran.

Song Wen touched his nose and repeated: "Municipal Public Security Bureau..."

The driver didn't hear it clearly. Maybe he couldn't believe it. He frowned and asked, "what city bureau?"

Song Wen has been hiding from those people, went to the door, picked a good-looking asked: "Nancheng City Bureau?"

Some people come to pick up their luggage directly and enthusiastically, or they think they are strangers."The price is negotiable. There are still two people missing. Huaixi district."

At this time, a lot of drivers surrounded the exit of passengers. Looking at them leaving with bags, they enthusiastically surrounded and asked, "where are you going? Where are we going? Go to Ann? Go to Ann? "

Nancheng north bus station is located in the center of the city. Not far from the exit, it is the most prosperous street in Nancheng.

They usually take high-speed rail. This time, because the port of Xinchuan is closest to the bus station, only cars can follow them, so they choose this kind of transportation. It's the first time they've come to this station, and now both of them can't find it.

The car stops completely, and Lu Siyu and Song Wen follow the crowd all the way out of the car's underground parking lot.

In Song Wen's description, he has long had some impressions of this strict father. Anyway, he is also Song Wen's father, who is the direct leader of the Provincial Bureau. He is uneasy and uneasy about such a meeting -Jamida-xs63

besides explaining these, Lu Siyu is also a little nervous about meeting song Cheng.

Song Wen puts his hand bag with a sketch book into his backpack. Lu Siyu looks at it and thinks of the two pieces of evidence on the side of Song Wen's backpack. This is the biggest gain of their trip. They have already photographed the diary with a camera and put it on file. The hair needs to be sent to the material identification department for testing.

Lu Siyu heard the word "Uncle Wu" and knew that it was Wu Qing. It seems that this time, the Provincial Bureau and the Municipal Bureau are all ready for this matter. Before he came, he only told his whereabouts to Mr. Wu. He had heard about the gap between Wu Qing and song Cheng before. He didn't know how song Cheng invited Wu Qing back now.

Then he took down Lu Siyu's bag and handed it to him: "my father and Uncle Wu are here."

Song Wen nodded, stood up and took the backpack from the luggage rack with one hand: "Gu bureau made a special call. We'll take a taxi to the Municipal Bureau."

Before he was in a daze, he seemed to hear song Wen answer a phone call from Gu Bureau.

Lu Siyu asked, "where are we going now? "The City Council?"

Song Wen helped him cut his hair a little bit disorderly. "When I go back, I'll go home and sleep at night."

When he got into the underground parking lot, Lu Siyu was reluctant to open his eyes. Last night, there was another typhoon and another explosion. He went to investigate the scene early in the morning, but he didn't sleep well at all.

Whether it's by boat or by car, it's rickety and noisy. As soon as he got on the bus, he curled up and leaned on Song Wen's shoulder, and finally fell asleep for a while.

They took nearly three hours by boat, then another hour by car, and finally returned to the South City before the evening.

Lu Si Yu gave a hum, leaned back for a while, and rubbed on Song Wen's shoulder like a small animal.

The car has already got off the highway and is about to arrive at Nancheng. Although it is only a few days, it seems that it has been a long time. Although Song Wen can't bear to disturb his good dream, he still pokes Lu Siyu and wakes him up, saying, "dear, it's almost time to stop. Wake up, sweat down, and don't get cold."

Then Song Wen looked at Lu Siyu, who was sleeping on his right shoulder. From this point of view, Lu Siyu's skin was white and his eyelashes were long, moving gently with his shallow breath. -Jamilda-xs63

Song Wen carefully put the book into his handbag, but his wrist still touched the zipper of the bag. Song Wen frowned slightly. The injury on his left wrist was not good, and it hurt a little when his action was big.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, on the bus from Xinchuan to Nancheng, Song Wen closed his sketch book and rubbed his eyebrows. He drew another half picture just now. The car was shaking, and he was not carsick. He was a little dizzy.

In any case, Song Wen and Lu Siyu sound safe away from the island. Wu Qing hopes that his feeling is wrong.

Wu Qing thought for a moment and said, "it's too easy to destroy the communication on the island. However, finding the base station and destroying the power supply are enough to interrupt the communication on this small island with a small population If it's not an accident, it looks like someone doesn't want them to get in touch. " So far, Wu Qing has a faint sense of uneasiness.

After hearing this, song Cheng frowned again: "do you mean man-made destruction?"

Wu Qing pondered for a moment, looked up to song Cheng and said, "the communication was interrupted as soon as I went to the island. It's only now that I've recovered. It's a bit strange..."

Song Wen was strongly recommended by him. As soon as he took office, such a big thing happened, and Song Wen turned around and went after Lu Siyu. Gu bureau had no choice but to deal with it all by himself. Fortunately, the director of the Provincial Bureau didn't punish it too much. He asked Song Wen about his whereabouts several times.

Listening to song Cheng's ending, Gu kuhan came down: "OK, I'll call him again and let him get out of the car and come to the Municipal Bureau immediately."

Song Cheng's tense expression finally relaxed, but his tone was still serious: "when I come back, I'll listen to your explanation personally!"

Gu quickly replied, "yes, I got in touch at noon today. Song Wen said that he would be able to come back to Nancheng later with Lu Siyu."Song Cheng asked again, "by the way, Gu Bureau, did Song Wen call you back?"

As the direct leader of the Municipal Bureau, he has always been very worried about whether there will be anyone selling information in the Nancheng Municipal Bureau, and if so, who

It happens that there are no cases these days. It seems that after the October holiday, the investigation will be over.

Gu Bureau listened to song Cheng and Wu Qing's work arrangement and thought that the Provincial Bureau was really efficient. If it was their self-examination, it would take a month.

The technical investigation team started working all night.

For the sake of strictness, since they settled in the Municipal Bureau, all personnel who have nothing to do with the recent work of the Municipal Bureau are not allowed to enter the Municipal Bureau building.

The cleaning was carried out within the scope of the whole Municipal Bureau, with the criminal investigation section as the focus. All kinds of information of relevant police officers after they were employed were investigated.

Since Song Cheng dealt with Xu Changying's affairs and brought Wu Qing to Nancheng, he proposed to eliminate the Bureau of Nancheng and find the source of the news.

Ye Zheng has long been accustomed to such a rhythm of work, nodded: "good!"

When Gu Bureau heard song Cheng's first words. I thought I could spare a few days, but I didn't expect the result the day after tomorrow, so I became nervous.

Song Cheng said, "don't worry. Check slowly. Don't worry for a while." Then he said solemnly, "I'll give you two more days."

Ye Zheng said with a smile: "don't worry, Mr. Wu. I know it's the personnel inside the police station who need to be investigated. As a person who betrays police information, he is naturally familiar with the general means of reconnaissance. It's not easy to catch them, but as long as we are given time, there will always be clues. "

He was afraid that the children might not realize that they had to face a very cunning fox.

Wu Qing gave a hand and said slowly: "this case is different from the general case, but what ordinary people can think of is too traceable. You should pay attention to the search. You can't let go of the information about the names of the retirees and minor children, especially some places with horns."

Ye Zheng replied, "the information about your spouse is also being inquired."

Song Cheng gave a warning: "don't forget the information about your family."

At this time, he turned the electronic pen in his hand and reported: "all the computer scanning for the internal staff of the police station can be completed in about two hours. In addition, all the communication equipment, call records, account information and assets under his name are also being verified."

Ye Zheng graduated from university and entered the Provincial Bureau. He is a veteran in this field.

The so-called technical investigation is technical reconnaissance, that is, the use of scientific and technological means to collect and preserve evidence.

In fact, Jiang is 27 years old. He is the deputy head of the Provincial Bureau of investigation and technology.

That person is a talent of technical investigation brought by song Cheng from the Provincial Bureau, called Ye Zheng. This person is not tall, some thin and small, with a baby face and curly hair. He looks like a university student. Some people believe that if he carries a schoolbag and puts on his school uniform, he will pretend to be a high school person.

Song Cheng asked the leading one among several people, "Yezheng, is the current verification going well?"

Several personnel of technical investigation saw several leaders coming and went out to say hello: "good afternoon, song Bureau."

Song Cheng pushed Wu Qing's wheelchair, accompanied by Gu Bureau, in the corridor of Nancheng Municipal Bureau.

From this kind of measures and details, it is not difficult to see the determination of leaders to dig three feet to check the Municipal Bureau.

These items range from desktop and notebook to storage box, printing paper and pens. A team of technical investigators from the Provincial Bureau are checking all office hardware and software.

All the computers and personal belongings in the office were tagged and moved out one by one.

It's still in the holiday season of October 1, but there is a tense work scene in Nancheng Municipal Bureau.

As soon as the wind and rain stopped, song Cheng went to the hotel nearby and picked up Wu Qing.

Nancheng was also affected by some typhoons this time. It rained for several hours from last night to the morning, and finally cleared up in the afternoon. Typhoon eel did not break through the boundary of Nancheng this time, but made a circle nearby and ran to Lingcheng.

In the afternoon, Nancheng Municipal Bureau was in the middle.

the cruise ship carried them away from the island far away from the world, the prosperous city of Nancheng, waiting for their return.

The golden sun plated a golden thread on his side face, and his eyes reflected on the glass. Song Wen looked at his heart, took Lu Siyu's shoulder with his arm, and also came to look out of the window.

Seeing such a scene, Lu Siyu couldn't help leaning on the glass and looking up at the seabirds.

The Nansha Island, as their transit station, became their shelter when the typhoon came.

The wings of seabirds flapping in the sunshine seem to be inlaid with a layer of golden feathers, which is spectacular and beautiful, like a good-looking oil painting.

Under the sunlight, a large group of seabirds spread their wings and fly from the island, making a clear song. There may be thousands of them. After the typhoon, they fly to the sky, and are about to start their new journey. They begin to fly south in groups.If you didn't see it at this time, it's hard to imagine that there were so many birds hiding on such an island.

The sun did not know when to cut through the clouds in the sky, from which the rays of sunlight shot out, not far away from the South Shark Island suddenly flew out of a large group of seabirds.

All of a sudden, there was a noise on the boat. All the people on the boat looked at the window. Lu Siyu and Song Wen also turned to look at it.

Song Wen puts his mobile phone back in his pocket and looks at Lu Siyu. The person in front of him is clean and alienated. More importantly, he belongs to him.

For him, this trip to South Shark Island is over. Those people are strangers. They should never see each other again in this life.

His face is a little indifferent and indifferent, as if those other people have nothing to do with him, he does not need more communication with ordinary people, only live in his own world.

Lu Siyu sat by the window, looked at the sea and whispered, "I've changed my mobile phone card back."

Song Wen shook his head: "no, Qiu LAN is saying goodbye. Didn't he say goodbye to you?"

Lu Siyu listened to his mobile phone ringing all the time and asked: "what's the matter?"

After a while, Qiu LAN replied: "see you later. I wish you happiness in the future... "

Song Wen replied to her: "see you later."

She seemed to have a premonition that she might not have any contact with Song Wen in the future, and she had to fight a lot at a loss. I want to end this meeting.

Qiu Lan said to him after a while: "OK I knew you were not a painter. Now that there is no cake shop, we can only eat farmhouse. Mr. Su has compressed the time of our profession. Maybe we will go back soon. Besides, Amy seems to have quarreled with Chen Zui recently and bought a ticket to go back tomorrow. I hope she can give up those things when she goes back. "

Song Wen thought for a while, but returned to her and said, "if you have something to do, go ahead."

As soon as the boat started, Song Wen's mobile phone rang. He looked at it, and it was Qiu LAN with a tearful expression. "Brother song, we went to the seaside to investigate the seabirds, and only when we came back did we know that you checked out. How did you leave so soon?" The tone was obviously a little reluctant.

The ship stopped at the dock for about twenty minutes, waiting for a while to open. At the time of departure, about half of the seats on board were full, and there were obviously more people than when they came.

This ship is not as big as the one they took when they came, and the conditions are not so good. There was no navigation on the island for almost two days. Some islanders who wanted to go out to work also took all kinds of luggage and got on the ship.

At 1 p.m., a medium-sized ferry slowly approached the shore at the port of South Shark Island.

In the afternoon, he bought a ticket for the first bus from Wuxin city.

The notebook, as well as the hair found at the scene, will be taken back to the southern city Bureau for further investigation as important evidence of the 519 case.

The case of explosion and Wu Hongyou's suicide will be investigated by Xinchuan Municipal Bureau.

Song Wen turns back to see the situation of Lu Si language. Lu Si language can't hold on any longer. He turns dark in front of his eyes. He falls forward and is held by Song Wen.

There was a lot of pain from the wound. Lu Siyu's hand pressed the wound firmly and gasped rapidly. His eyelashes blinked and he wanted to say something, but he felt the bloody gas surging up. His body trembled with pain and could not say a word. Song Wen held him in his arms and felt that his heart was going to be broken. He didn't dare to pull out the knife. His lips turned white and his forehead was sweating. He made an emergency call with his left hand and folded his right hand on Lu Siyu's hand to help him cover his abdominal wound. Warm blood was seeping from his fingers

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