Serious Crime Unit 1

Chapter 446 The Death of a Habitual Thief (9)
"I don't even remember the preferences of the famous Captain Jiang. Am I still worthy of being the boss? You are intelligent, handsome, and superb in martial arts. You are the great hero of the people of the Yangtze River..."

"Okay, boss lady, stop advocating for me. How much does it cost?"

"The original price is one thousand, and I'll give you a [-]% discount."

Jiang Yiming took out her mobile phone and used WeChat to scan the QR code on her checkout counter to pay.Then he smiled and waved goodbye to the landlady, who kept watching Jiang Yiming disappear around the corner of the street.

The wind picked up and the rain in the sky got a little heavier. Jiang Yiming was afraid that the Clivia would be blown off by the wind, so he quickly stopped a taxi and got in it.

The taxi driver asked him where he was going?He said to go to Dayeshan Cemetery.The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Daye Mountain.He wanted to ask Jiang Yiming why he went to Daye Mountain on a rainy day?But seeing Jiang Yiming's solemn face, he gave up the idea.

Daye Mountain is nearly 25 kilometers away from the city. It is located on the left side of the highway from the provincial capital to Beishi City. It is where all the citizens of the city are buried after death. Daye Mountain is nearly 4 square kilometers. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, it is full of cemeteries, divided into southeast, northwest and northwest. Li Yan's grave is located in Tomb No. 186, Row 19, halfway up the mountain to the south.

There is no road directly to Tomb No. 19. After getting off the bus, you have to walk up the stone steps and walk about 200 meters to get there.After Jiang Yiming paid the fare, he got off the car and walked up holding a blue umbrella. The rain eased slightly at this time, but the wind became stronger, causing the umbrella to sway from side to side. Jiang Yiming quickly held the umbrella tightly. Let it deviate from itself.

Daye Mountain is relatively gentle, so it is suitable for use as a cemetery. The tombs are arranged from the foot of the mountain to the mountain. After the tombs at the foot of the mountain are full, they are buried on the mountainside. There is no special feature. Only cemeteries in the north can be buried by bidding. Cemeteries with good locations Goes to the highest bidder.Generally speaking, rich people like to be buried in high places, which means they are superior.

When Jiang Yiming walked halfway, he suddenly found a man standing in front of Li Yan holding a yellow oil-paper umbrella. He was very surprised: On this cold rainy day, why would anyone come to pay homage to Li Yan?Li Yan had undergone plastic surgery since she left Yangtze River and had surgery to change her vocal cords. No one could recognize her. Only people from the No. 1 Major Crime Team knew her identity. Although the case was solved, they did not publicize the details to the outside world. , how could anyone come to see her?
Jiang Yiming slowly climbed up, and as he got closer, he discovered that she was a slender and slender woman. Her oil-paper umbrella was painted with plum blossoms proud of frost and snow, and there were calligraphy words printed on the side.The woman's long hair is shawl, and she is wearing a tight-fitting Tang suit long windbreaker. When the wind blows, her long hair floats from left to right, like a group of flying black butterflies...

Her back view is similar to that of Li Yan, except that Li Yan has long brown hair, while she is black. Black hair is more beautiful than brown hair. Jiang Yiming believes that all man-made things are based on sacrificing nature and are not actually beautiful. , why do Chinese girls dye their hair burgundy or brown?

She seemed like a girl who had walked out of an ancient tomb, holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a Tang suit. Could it be that she really traveled here from ancient times?

Jiang Yiming shook his head, feeling that his idea was very ridiculous. Reality is not a time-travel novel. How could such a magical thing happen?

Jiang Yiming hoped that she would turn around so that he could see her appearance, but she was like a sculpture, standing there motionless, as if she had endless things to say to Li Yan.

He had no choice but to approach her slowly, because she had her back to Jiang Yiming and didn't notice anyone approaching. Jiang Yiming approached her and heard her mumbling words, but he didn't know what she was saying?
He wanted to hear what she had to say, so he walked up on tiptoe, and he could finally hear her choked voice: "...it's not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, a handful of pure soil to cover the wind, the essence comes and goes clean, strong Trapped in filthy ditches..."

Jiang Yiming knew that this was Lin Daiyu's "Flower Burial Poems", which was a deeply hurtful portrayal of Lin Daiyu's self-pity. However, the words coming out of her mouth were even sadder than Lin Daiyu's. Who else in the world would miss Li Yan so much except me? Woolen cloth?He was puzzled.

In order not to interrupt her, he listened to the entire song "Burial of Flowers". After she finished reciting it, she couldn't help but burst into tears and her shoulders were trembling. Jiang Yiming couldn't help but cry too.

"Who?" She suddenly looked back and found a man standing behind her. She was shocked. Her beautiful face suddenly turned pale, and her small cherry mouth opened wide and could not be closed for a long time.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Jiang Yiming from the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Police Team. I won't hurt you. I'm also here to see Li Yan." When Jiang Yiming saw her, he felt that she looked very much like Sun Lanxiang before plastic surgery, that is, Li Yan after plastic surgery. This made Jiang Yiming's jaw drop.

"Are you Sun Lanxiang's ex-boyfriend Jiang Yiming?"

"Yes, that's right...who are you?"

"There's no need to tell you." She glared at him, as if she wanted to eat him.

"Let me guess, you are Sun Lanxiang's best friend, right? Otherwise, why would you cry so sadly?"

"Eight years have passed. Does Sun Lanxiang have such a good best friend?" She was extremely charming even when she was angry.

Jiang Yiming felt that he should not continue chatting with her, because at this solemn and pious moment, there was no need to ask questions about a strange woman. He came to pay homage to Li Yan. No, maybe calling her Sun Lanxiang would be more appropriate.He took two steps forward and placed the yellow clivia in front of Li Yan's grave.He discovered that she also bought yellow clivias, and they were much larger than his, and the price must be more expensive than what he bought. This had to arouse his great curiosity, and he wanted to question her.However, he found that she was indifferent to his behavior, as if she thought he was performing.

This look made him a little angry, but no matter how strong his temper was, he could not break out in front of Li Yan's grave. This would make Li Yan very unhappy. So, he calmed himself down and took out two items from his backpack. Wine glasses, poured half a glass of red wine, and placed one of the glasses on the grave.

"Li Yan, I sent you your favorite Clivia and Bordeaux wine. I'm sorry, I haven't come to see you for three years. Please forgive me. In order to make the world cleaner, I focus all my energy on catching evil people. Come on, you have a spirit underground, please forgive me..." With tears in his eyes, he raised his hand, raised his head, and drained the glass of red wine in one gulp.

Then he poured all the remaining wine in the bottle onto the cup and said, "I failed to live up to your waiting. Just like before, I will punish myself with one cup." After that, he drank all the wine in the cup in one breath, as if to borrow some money. Wine drowns sorrow.

"You'll get drunk if you drink like this." A soft and melodious voice floated into his ears. He turned back to look at her, and her eyes changed from indifferent to serious.

Just when Jiang Yiming was about to say something to her, suddenly a gust of wind roared over and knocked down her oil-paper umbrella. It flew down along the cemetery. She hurried to chase it, but the oil-paper umbrella flew very fast and she couldn't catch up. , the oil-paper umbrella hit the grave and was torn.

Jiang Yiming said loudly: "Don't chase me. If you catch me, it will be a bad umbrella. Let me hold my umbrella for you." After that, he put away the folding umbrella and threw it to her 10 meters away. She stopped, Go pick up Jiang Yiming's umbrella, open it, and walk towards Jiang Yiming holding the umbrella.

She walked to Jiang Yiming and held an umbrella for him. He said, "Don't hold an umbrella for me. I'm in good health. It doesn't matter if I get wet. At most, the cold will be gone in two days."

She pretended not to hear and continued to hold the umbrella for him. Because Jiang Yiming was ten centimeters taller than her, it was more difficult for her to hold the umbrella. Jiang Yiming snatched the umbrella from her hand and held it for her. The whole umbrella covered her like this. From time to time, I would push his hand and ask him to hold the umbrella flat to prevent him from getting wet in the rain.

The days in winter are particularly short. It was only 5 o'clock in the evening and it started to get dark. Jiang Yiming asked her to go back with him. She nodded and left Li Yan's grave wordlessly, looking back from time to time, as if silently saying: I I will come to see you often, don't be afraid, you won't be alone.

Jiang Yiming called the Ark Taxi Center, called the nearest taxi to pick them up, and then slowly walked down the stone steps with her.

"Can you tell me your name?"

She glanced at Jiang Yiming. There were tiny raindrops on her eyebrows. Jiang Yiming wanted to wipe them for her, but felt that this action was too intimate, so he gave up the idea.

"For your sake of holding an umbrella, let me tell you that my name is Song Wanqing. I am a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Yangtze University. My major is classical literature."

"Wow, a university teacher, so classy!"

"How can I be as famous as you? Half of the people in Yangtze City know your name, right?"

"Impossible. Thank God if one percent of people know my name. I can be a guest on the TV station." Jiang Yiming felt that Song Wanqing's attitude towards him was much gentler than before.

At this time, a taxi was already waiting in front of them. He walked quickly forward, opened the rear door, and let Song Wanqing sit in first. Then he closed the door, ran to the left, opened the door, got in, and sat side by side with Song Wanqing.

Jiang Yiming first sent him to Yangtze University, and then returned to the city bureau's dormitory to change clothes. Because just now he had only covered Song Wanqing with an umbrella, and his left shoulder was completely soaked by the rain. When he got off the bus, he gave Song Wanqing his umbrella. Because the entrance to the university is still some way from her home.

The sky has completely darkened, the lights outside the window have begun to turn on, and neon lights are flashing, making the city night look even more blurry in the rain.Recalling the scene in the afternoon, he felt as if he was in a dream. He did not ask for Song Wanqing's phone number because that would be too abrupt. If there is a fate, I believe we will meet again.

But why does she look so much like Li Yan?Her surname was Song, and Li Yan's original surname was Sun. Song Wanqing could not be Li Yan's sister. Moreover, Li Yan's parents and Li Yan never mentioned that she had a sister in front of him.

Jiang Yiming quickly forgot what happened in the afternoon. He was troubled in his heart: Who is the murderer?Where?
(End of this chapter)