Wanderer

Chapter 36

The whole-hearted news that the police officer was hospitalized has to start from the day of the New Year's Eve.

Neither Bai Yunqi nor Wen Hai mentioned the idea of ​​"going home for the New Year". They had a day off at home on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. With a little stock, I barely bought the ingredients for making dumplings and a few snacks.

Wen Haihai picked onions and asked, "Do you like dumplings?"

Bai Yunqi ignored him and took a bundle of lettuce out of the shopping cart in a silent protest.

"Dumplings" are endowed with too many meanings other than food, like spring couplets with gold letters on a red background and firecrackers set off by bamboo poles. A family happily sits around a round table, scooping up a fence, and children drooling in new clothes. Whoever eats the copper coins wrapped in the stuffing can get a big red envelope.

Everyone gets rid of the first year amidst the sound of firecrackers, but unfortunately, there are always a few households among the thousands of households who have neither Tusu nor new peaches. The old talisman hangs at the door full of cobwebs, like a memorial tablet that no one worships.

Seeing that Bai Yunqi didn't have any objections to anything, Wen Hai prepared dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork on his own initiative, probably still thinking about the saying "a hundred blessings receive wealth", and deliberately chose a round one.

It's a pity that my family's wealth has not been recruited yet, and someone's family has gone bankrupt first.

Not 2 minutes after the dumplings came out of the pan, Wen Hai answered the phone with his hands full of flour, his expression became uglier the more he listened, and finally looked out of the window where the snow was falling heavily, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go over now."

Bai Yunqi froze before putting a dumpling in his mouth, "Are you going out now?"

"Someone reported a loss of [-] cash at home. Such a large amount cannot be delayed. You can eat it yourself...you don't have to wait for me at night, I guess you will have to work overtime all night..." Wen Hai took off his apron and walked to the bathroom, he realized half of what he said, It's rare for Bai Yunqi to live a good year. It's really not a thing to throw someone at home like this. He turned around and asked, "Should I send you to your brother's house?"

"It's okay, I'll be at home by myself." The hot dumpling stuffing in his mouth scalded his tongue into a bloody blister, and Bai Yunqi swallowed it whole without a care, and then worried about Wen Hai: "It's snowing so much outside, the road conditions may not be good Okay, drive carefully."

"I'm eating dumplings at home right now, and there aren't many cars on the road." Wen Hai hurriedly changed his clothes to find his coat, his mobile phone was ringing loudly, he took the hat from Bai Yunqi with one hand and answered the phone with the other: " Hey, it's me...Okay, I understand...the exact amount involved is still unclear, and the people from the police station have already passed by...yes, I see...I'll try my best..."

Bai Yunqi gently scratched the corner of Wen Hai's mouth with his fingers, and met the other's suspicious eyes, and said lightly: "It's covered with flour."

The leader on the other side of the phone shouted to "solve the case quickly", and Wen Hai didn't have time to care about how the flour got on his mouth, so he took two seconds to smile bitterly at the man, and ran out without buttoning his coat ,

Bai Yunqi stood in the porch for a few minutes, biting the blood bubble on the tip of his tongue hard, spitting bloody saliva on the napkin, and then sat back at the dining table as if nothing had happened. The fat dumplings were made by Wen Hai The ingots were shaped like ingots, and they were neatly stacked on the plate.

He randomly poked one with his chopsticks, and with a "clang", an old copper coin fell out of the dough.

The reporter was a couple, and the division of labor for police inquiries was very clear—the woman was responsible for beating the ground and crying, and the man was responsible for talking about the wheels.

"Think about it again." Xiaofeng asked patiently, "When and where was the last time you saw this money? Is it in your closet?"

The man muttered in fear: "I put it there, how could it disappear..."

"Is it hidden in the closet all the time? Who else knows besides you and your wife?"

"I put it there, how could it disappear... how could it disappear..."

"Sir, don't worry, please cooperate with our investigation. This money has been placed in this closet all the time. Has no one touched it?"

"How could it be gone..."

"..."

Wen Hai was talking with the people from the police station at the gate of the unit building, when a hoarse wail came from the stairs: "That's my baby's school money, what a crime! Comrade police, you decide for us..."

He closed his eyes, suppressed his temper and asked Pian'er: "This is probably the case?"

"Yes, the reporter called the police three hours ago. Both the husband and wife insisted that the money had been hidden in the innermost part of the closet, a total of 11. There were no signs of prying on the doors and windows, and the anti-theft nets on the windows were intact... Only the gates of the community are monitored, which is of little value.”

"Where did that come in? Forgot to close the door?"

"A pair of footprints on the sill outside the ventilation window of the bathroom."

Seeing Xiaofeng coming down with a disheveled face, Wen Hai asked him, "Anyone who might be suspected of committing the crime?"

"This..." Xiaofeng smiled wryly, "Brother Wen, look at this list, I suspect they have listed all their relatives."

Wen Hai had been feeling uncomfortable during the training camp, but the training intensity was nothing compared to before, so he never took it seriously. Now he was blown by the wind at the stairs, and there was a root in his head. His tendons throbbed in pain, he pinched the bridge of his nose, took the list in Xiaofeng's hand, and glanced at it, "How many yards are the footprints?"

"39 yards."

Someone next to him asked, "Is it a woman who committed the crime?"

"The reporter lives on the fourth floor. Normal people can't go up or down. If it's a woman, she should be a professional pickpocket. It's unlikely that she would do something so careless as leaving footprints." Wen Hai coughed, "This man is unreliable, Wait for the girl to finish crying and ask her, and investigate one by one, I will go and see the surrounding scene."

Chai Fanwen, who was standing under the window of the informant, was still wearing a red sweater, beaming. He was probably called over directly from the Chinese New Year's family banquet. Seeing Wen Hai, he shrugged and sighed three times: "I can't escape—— "

Wen Hai: "Where's the square team?"

"I'm working overtime too. Someone on the West Fifth Ring Road was seriously injured by firecrackers. It is suspected that the injury was intentional." Chai Fanwen yawned and pointed to the window to talk about business: "Look at this height, can you go up instead?"

Wen Hai shook his head: "It's enough to hang, the anti-theft net is not damaged, even if I climb up by stepping on the anti-theft net downstairs, I still have to be stuck in the window of their bathroom, besides, ordinary people I couldn’t hold it up and flip over.”

"The arm strength is big enough, the body is small enough, and the movement is professional enough...Could it be the Yanzi's help?"

The Swallow Gang is a professional theft gang that runs around the province. Its members are mainly young women. Apart from stealing, it also contributes to the arrest data of the anti-pornography operation from time to time. It is said that it was originally formed by a female thief nicknamed "Swallow". , Jiang Hu's reputation is very famous, but most of the stolen jewelry, there are very few cases involving large amounts of cash.

Wen Hai went to touch the smoke for nothing, and could only rub his fingers, "Didn't Yanzi herself be arrested in Changan at the end of the year, is it the little girl under her who came here to continue her old business?"

"I heard that they ran away a few times." Seeing Wen Hai's movements, Chai Fanwen took out his cigarette case and gave it to him. "Is there something wrong with my love life recently? You can even take out cigarettes."

"New situation..." Wen Hai frowned, "What new situation can there be if the New Year is too restless?"

Having mentioned this, Chai Fanwen was suddenly blessed, thinking of the hero who gave Wen Hai a big ear in the middle of the night a few months ago... How come there is no movement at all?A slap in the face to break up the gang?

He was just about to ask, but Wen Hai, who was standing beside him, had gone away.

Two groups of people from the police station and the criminal investigation team nested together in the office of the police station where the heating was cold and the electric heater was on and off. The three shifts fell to the ground for a day and a night.Those who went out to work drove half of the city to meet relatives on the list who hadn’t met the informant for 800 years and couldn’t be contacted at all. One-third were not at home at all, and one-third had The alibi... and a third of them threw the door panel on their faces, saying that it would be bad luck to see the police come to the door during Chinese New Year.

"Everyone on this list has been checked, and it's useless." Chai Fanwen threw a large stack of documents on the table, "The owner is still talking back and forth, saying that he made a small fortune in business, and his relatives are jealous." The money is gone."

Wen Hai didn't sleep all night and was closing his eyes to rest his mind. He opened his eyes from a splitting headache, "What's wrong with your face?"

"It was scratched by that wife." Chai Fanwen rubbed the back of his hand, "I told you, if you don't solve the case, go to the entrance of the TV station and post big-character posters for us."

"..."

Xiaofeng raised his hand: "Should we change the direction of investigation?"

Chai Fanwen: "The owner's house only has traces of the wardrobe being turned over. The most likely reason is that an acquaintance who knows that there is money hidden here commits the crime. If it is really a thief, it has been checked many times...Wen Hai, where are you going?"

"Go out for a walk." Wen Hai supported the door frame top-heavily, "Take a breath."

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, most of the stores were closed, and there were very few pedestrians, all of them looked in a hurry.

It snowed in the middle of the night last night, and there were not many stray dogs on the street. Wen Hai walked around the outer wall of the community, and a peddler pushing a trolley suddenly stopped the car not far in front of him. Lu stared at himself in horror, he paused, and realized that he was wrapped in a uniform and padded jacket with no shoulders, and he was probably regarded as an urban management officer.

The peddler made a move of Lingyun Weibu, followed by a move of Treading Snow and Seeking Plum Blossoms, Sa Yazi ran a few meters away and turned into the alley, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.Wen Hai maintained an inscrutable smile from the beginning to the end, and only laughed out loud after the person disappeared. After a few smiles, his face changed. thick phlegm.

The property in the community has also been there for the New Year, and the garbage piled behind the wall has almost become a small hill as high as a person. No one cares about it. He raised his hand and threw the paper ball into the garbage dump. Fly flies around.

On the corner of the street is a shop that buys fast food boxes and lunches. The owner is an out-of-towner who hasn’t returned home during the Chinese New Year. He usually stays in the shop for food and lodging. He opened the door for breath and didn’t think about doing business. Jianwenhai is wrapped in a black uniform. The cotton-padded jacket, with snow all over his head and face, couldn't bear to transfer a lunch box from yesterday for him from the microwave oven, and charged half of the price.

From New Year's Eve to the present, Wen Hai only ate a bowl of instant noodles with excessive preservatives last night, and only counted on this hot food. He wanted to greet the left-behind child Bai Yunqi with a Happy New Year, and picked up the phone as soon as he picked it up. When Captain Fang’s call came—the firecrackers were dropped maliciously, which may have involved a territorial dispute between several local rogue gangs, Captain Fang asked Wen Hai to pay attention to the safety of his informants, and don’t let the tail of this storm get involved .

After Wen Hai made a round of phone calls, confirmed the safety of each of them and instructed them, half of the boxed lunch had been cooled, so naturally the call was not made.

Finally, when the first sunset of the new year was coming to an end, this endless theft took a turn for the better.

But this turning point is not about the perpetrator, but about the reporter Hou Feng—Chai Fanwen was transferred to the surveillance at the back door of the community a week ago, and found that Hou Feng collapsed at the back door when he went out in the morning last Tuesday.

If it's just an ordinary fall, it's not surprising. After all, it's snowing on Wednesday, raining on three days, and windy on the other day. There are broken ice everywhere, and you can see several feet a day in the surveillance video. It's slippery, but Hou Feng's posture is very different among all the dogs eating shit - he is falling forward.

"What's wrong with Hou Feng's body?" Chai Fanwen was very puzzled, "This posture looks like a heart attack, but after five or six minutes, he stood up again to pat his clothes for fear of leaving."

Wen Hai stared at the movement of Hou Feng leaning against the wall to take out his bag after getting up in the video, his eyes were cold and sharp, like the ice hanging under the eaves outside the window.

After a while, after the discussion became more heated, he slowly said: "I'll take someone there, Brother Chai... to contact the drug rehabilitation center."

The whole room was silent for a moment, Chai Fanwen stared dumbfounded at Wen Hai who opened the curtain and went out alone, and quickly winked at Xiao Feng who was also in a daze: "Take a few people and follow the mosquitoes!"

Then things became much simpler, Wen Hai knocked on the door of that family, and only asked four questions in total.

The first two questions were for Hou Feng's wife—"What size shoes do you wear?" and "Have you recently lost a pair of sneakers that you haven't worn in a long time."

The last two questions were for Hou Feng—"Where did you throw your shoes?" and "When did you get those things on?"

Wen Hai ignored the hysterical crying of the woman behind him and the man's murmured confession, and numbly announced to the man in public the legal consequences of reporting a false police report and the precautions for going to a drug rehabilitation center for a few days.

When he walked out of that family's house, there was a puddle of tepid stagnant water in his eyes.In the dark corridor, Wen Hai stood tiredly leaning against the wall, the faint flame of the lighter struggling in the draft, his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't take out the cigarette case no matter what.

After a few violent coughs, the fire went out.

The author has something to say:

Brother Wen is going to hit the street, the next chapter will start to be fake. The Shura field will be online (it’s better to say that it’s the Brother Wen special session of If You Are the One)

As of today, this article with clear soup and little water has been serialized to 15w for a month. Thank you for your love and bow.