The front door of the warehouse was wide open, and it was already surrounded by cordons. Several police cars formed an isolation circle, and the workers were blocked by the police. They were far away from the circle and were talking about it.
"At two o 'clock last night, there was a sudden power outage in the warehouse, and the lighting and monitoring were interrupted. The guard, Nian Bowen, was about to go out to check the situation when he was suddenly attacked. Someone hit him on the back of his neck with their bare hands, causing him to be unconscious. Then the warehouse door card was stolen. "
"Between two thirty and two forty, the head of security, Diao Yong, passed by the controlled chemicals warehouse and found a flashlight beam swaying in the middle of the rows of storage tanks. At first, he thought it was the guard, Nian Bowen, so he asked, but the guard immediately turned off the flashlight when he heard the sound. Diao Yong felt something was wrong, and when he went forward again, he was attacked in the dark. He was stabbed in the right rib by a sharp weapon, and his head was hit and he was unconscious. "
Yan Xuan hurriedly passed through the crowd. A police officer was leading the way for him. Han Xiaomei followed in small, quick steps. She was panting as she reported the case. At the same time, she kept stealing glances at the young man wearing a mask behind Vice-Captain Yan.
Probably aware of her gaze, the man covered his mouth with his fist and coughed.
"Don't get close to him, he has a cold." Yan Ji ordered without looking back.
Han Xiaomei had to forcibly suppress her inner thoughts that were about to overflow the screen and said, "Oh."
"How is the head of security, Diao Yong's injury?" Yan Ji asked.
"It's quite serious. He was unconscious in the warehouse for more than three hours before he was found. Fortunately, the stab wound was not deep. At six o 'clock this morning, he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. Now his condition has stabilized, and he can speak. He made a simple statement with the police on the hospital bed and identified the person who attacked him as the new intern in the company's laboratory, who is Feng Yuguang's roommate, Chu Ci. "
The police pulled up the cordon, and Yan Ji went in with his head down. He frowned and said, "The injured person was found at six o 'clock this morning. Why did it take a few hours to report it?"
Han Xiaomei, "Uh …"
They walked to the warehouse door and stopped.
Rows of gray and green storage tanks stood in the warehouse, and several different colored pipes were arranged in an orderly manner.
The trace inspection personnel had already extracted the footprints and fingerprints and removed the inspection board one after another. The scene of the theft was far from chaotic. In fact, it was unexpectedly neat and tidy. If not for the few broken utensils and a small pool of blood on the ground, there would not be many traces of a struggle.
"How's the injured head of security?" Yan Ji asked.
Han Xiaomei hurriedly flipped through the notes. "Ah … that … strong and sturdy. He used to be a fitness trainer."
Yan Ji gave him a thumbs up and waved it at the scene, feeling very incredulous.
"But this is a one-hit KO. Don't tell me that the top student from the Chemistry Department is also a martial arts master?"
A bitter laugh came from behind. "He really is."
Yan Ji turned his head and saw a slightly fat middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walking over under the lead of the Gao Panqing. The dark circles under his eyes were obvious, and his face was haggard. He politely reached out to shake hands with Yan Ji, "Hello, Detachment Yan. I've heard a lot about you."
"You are …"
The Gao Panqing said, "Ding Jiawang, the engineer of the chemical factory and the teaching director of the deceased Feng Yuguang and the suspect Chu Ci. Last time he came to the Municipal Bureau for questioning, but you weren't there, so Xiao Ma received him. "
Yan Ji said silently, "Oh —"
Ding Jiawang saw Jiang Stops standing behind Yan Ji and thought that he was also a senior official of the Municipal Bureau, so he naturally reached out to shake hands. But he did not expect that his hand would be stopped halfway by Yan Ji. "He has a cold and is highly toxic. Be careful not to be infected."
Jiang Stops was wearing a baseball cap and a mask. His hands were in his trouser pockets, and he did not show any signs of reaching out.
"…" Ding Jiawang did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Sorry, sorry."
Yan Ji put his arm around Ding Jiawang's shoulder and forced him to turn to the scene. "Director Ding, right? You just said that the missing Chu Ci is really, really what?"
Han Xiaomei watched the scene just now happen in front of her eyes, and her mind instantly filled with a series of melodramatic love and hate, from "only I can touch my man" to "I want the whole world to know that I'm responsible for this crime scene". The bizarre direction, the twists and turns of the plot, and the strong feelings were enough to write a novella with tens of thousands of words.
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Stops's eyes narrowed slightly under the brim of his cap, and he stared at her coldly.
Han Xiaomei trembled and subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the non-existent saliva at the corner of her mouth. "No, nothing."
Yan Ji heard Jiang Stops's voice, and his ears twitched. Like a wolf dog with a keen sense of smell suddenly smelling the scent of a kitten, he turned his head alertly. "What are you two talking about? Why are you whispering sweet nothings at the crime scene? Come, come over here, come to my side. " As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang Stops's arm and pulled him to stand beside him. Then he waved at Ding Jiawang. "It's none of your business, you can continue."
Ding Jiawang smiled awkwardly.
"That's … that's what happened. Later, we found out that this student is not only smart, but also has a very high IQ. He's also good at fighting. Don't be fooled by the fact that he is usually a loner and is very quiet. But when it comes to a fight, even Feng Yuguang is not his match. He kicked Feng Yuguang out of the house with just one kick. Even if he is not a professional, he should have at least learned it before. "
Yan Ji was very surprised. "They fought before?"
"Yes," Ding Jiawang said affirmatively. "Just before Feng Yuguang's accident … more than a week ago."
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