"Was there a murder or an eternal injustice in 701?" This was Yan Ji's first reaction.
Jiang Stops glanced at him with a cigarette between his fingers and seemed a little helpless, "Nothing."
"Then …"
"First of all, you have to know why, though some things seem so simple and unimportant, others are unwilling to tell you, even though, no matter how you look at it, it is a harmless answer to reveal." Jiang paused for a moment, then said, "Because the truth is always intertwined. The truth of this society is like a crime. As long as a small corner is uncovered, experienced criminal investigators will be able to dig deeper and dig out countless interconnected inside stories from the eighteen layers of hell. Especially you. "
"A front-line criminal police officer with a strong background, who presides over the criminal investigation work of the provincial capital, and who has a strong desire to solve cases — any one of the above three conditions is very troublesome, let alone you. Who can guarantee that your condition is very stable and you won't fall ill? What if you start rampaging on the battlefield like a burning tank? Who's going to be able to control the situation? "
Yan Ji was a little stunned by these rhetorical questions. He immediately pointed at himself, "Do I look like a person who will fall ill at any time?"
Jiang Stops raised his eyelids and looked at him, sighing.
"Hiss —" Yan Ji took a breath in disbelief, "Then tell me what happened in 701. Why didn't Qi Sihao dare to continue investigating Wang Xingye's fall? I promise I won't get to the bottom of it."
Jiang Stops lowered his head and flicked the ash from his cigarette. This movement was very subtle, and then he said, "I didn't find out about it, but I heard about it. The person who told me about it also took a big risk because it happened three years ago after the explosion of the Gongzhou Plastics Factory."
— — Yan Ji was instantly stunned.
It was actually at that time?
Then how did Jiang Stops find out?
"After the failure of that operation, the bureau set up an investigation team. Their first task was to investigate whether the tip about the drug dealer's trading location, which was sent to the police by the undercover agent 'Rivet,' was true. Before the operation began, the police determined that the tip was sent to Riveter by Q of Hearts through some kind of encrypted network. After Riveter sacrificed himself, the investigation team obtained his electronic equipment. After a series of complicated decryption, tracking, and positioning, the technical team finally narrowed down the scope to this neighborhood, then this building, and finally Room 701. "
"In other words, if the message received by the riveter did come from Red Heart Q, then it was sent by Red Heart Q who was sitting in Room 701 of this apartment building." Jiang Stops suddenly looked at Yan Ji through the smoke. "Next, do you think that if we can lock onto the various types of people entering and exiting this neighborhood from the surveillance cameras, we can find the Red Heart Q?"
According to common sense, this was indeed the case. Eighty percent of modern criminal investigation relied on various kinds of surveillance cameras, so it often led to a large number of mapping tasks. This also explained the daily boredom of solving cases in the real world.
But Yan Ji knew that since he asked this question, it meant that the investigation team in Gongzhou had not been able to follow this path.
"Because after checking the surveillance cameras, we found that some of the vehicles entering and exiting this ordinary-looking neighborhood were registered under the names of private companies, and these private companies were inextricably linked to the families of officials of different levels. Some of them were far-fetched, and some were ambiguous. If we looked further back at the time of the surveillance cameras, we found that there were quite a few senior officials entering and exiting the neighborhood, including the deputy mayor of Gongzhou, Yue Guangping, who had just retired. "
Yue Guangping — — Yan Ji suddenly remembered who he was.
Deputy Bureau Chief Wei once said that Yue Guangping was the only person who insisted that Jiang Stops was not dead after the explosion, and that he might have even been kidnapped by drug dealers. Because of this, he took the lead in the rescue operation!
Jiang Stops did not look at Yan Ji's unpredictable expression. His tone was always very calm as he narrated. "These people and vehicles all had their own reasons for entering and exiting the neighborhood, such as visiting relatives and friends, or just passing by, etc. It could be considered a blessing in disguise. But even so, it was difficult to continue the investigation. If the investigation covered the entire neighborhood, who knows how many sensitive and subtle relationships would be exposed to the light of day. But if we only focused on that building and Room 701, the surveillance conditions at that time were not good enough. "
"Of course, the investigation team from three years ago had many other clues, so it was not necessary to investigate this neighborhood under heavy pressure." Jiang Stops changed the topic and said, "There were not many people who knew the inside story, so this clue gradually disappeared. Your Bureau Chief Lu should have participated in some of the work outside the investigation team, so he knew the key points."
"… Then who told you the inside story?" Yan Ji finally could not help but ask.
Jiang Stops was silent for a moment, then said, "Yue Guangping."
"What's the relationship between you two?"
Jiang Stops seemed to find it funny, even though there was no smile on his face. "He was my old boss who promoted me, and he was the one who saved me from the King Of Spades after the explosion. What kind of relationship do you think we have?"
Yan Ji's mind raced, and he continued to ask, "If the investigation team did save you back then, why didn't the officials leave any records? Why did the files say that you died in the explosion?"
Jiang Stops did not touch the cigarette other than the first two puffs, and it gradually burned to the end. He pressed the flickering red light on the trash can and laughed. "Did you promise that you wouldn't get to the bottom of it?"
Yan Ji was a little speechless.
"Whether Wang Xingye climbed up that building by himself or was coerced, he was too good at dying." Jiang Stops threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and said lazily, "We all know that the one who killed him must be the King Of Spades, but the scene was handled so well that no one could find any clues to investigate further … I think Wang Xingye didn't expect before he died that the psychopath King Of Spades really dared to kill someone on the roof of that building."
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Han Xiaomei wanted to get out of the car, but she didn't dare to. She stayed in the driver's seat alone, and she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
Why did Captain Yan suddenly get angry? Why did Consultant Lu oppose him? On the surface, it seemed that he couldn't investigate further because of Wang Xingye's fall, but in fact, even she could see that the real contradiction exposed by the dispute between the two was far more than that.
Consultant Lu — no, she corrected the person in her mind — was Captain Jiang.
It was almost impossible to find that person on the intranet. Even if there were some words circulating in the system, it was nothing more than a captain who died in the line of duty due to improper command, or a spy who was vaguely suspected of betrayal. The former was stupid, and the latter was a shame. No matter what the truth was, it was enough to make the higher-ups keep it a secret.
But Han Xiaomei felt that it was not the case.
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