Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Twelve Years Old·Meet

Speaking of Ye Xiangrong's resume, before the big West Street Wharf 10.29 case, in fact, he first emerged from the case of Uncle Xiang. At that time, he was the pillar of the criminal police team, young and promising, and worked with many special case teams for major and important cases.He also worked extremely hard, insisting on being at the forefront of every detail, and doing everything by himself.He has always had a firm belief in his heart, he is on the side of justice, and what he faces is undoubtedly evil. Or rather, it should be evil. That year, Uncle Xiang's tossing was a bit outrageous, and the result of his arrogance was that small mistakes appeared one after another.The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.People have only one pair of eyes, and they can only look forward.No matter what you do, whether you are proud or frustrated, remember to look behind you.There is still one sparseness in a hundred secrets, and this sparseness often determines victory or defeat.Just like the principle that small wounds are fatal, Uncle Xiang is also unknowingly heading towards the doomsday.

The General Administration has already arranged the timing of closing the net, and it is essential to catch the final scene.The news from the informant has only been around for two days, and there will be movement soon.Generally speaking, the words are always a bit vague, Uncle Xiang has been around for so long, the old man is cunning and cunning, he has a good nose, Ye Xiangrong and the others have also suffered dark losses.But this time the informant was very sure, so the bureau paid more attention to it. Three people were on duty at several points, and Ye Xiangrong directly focused on the most important point A.

Point A is located near the sea in Haiping City. It was originally a small fishing village. Later, with the development of Haiping’s economy, it gradually became a lively place. Because it is next to the largest Qijiawan Wharf in Haiping, fish and dragons are mixed together.But the gap between the rich and the poor draws an invisible line there. There are newly built buildings and low-rise private houses that have remained unchanged for decades; fishermen. It's almost autumn, but the weather still has the residual heat of the end of summer. It's as stuffy as a jar, and it started to rain before evening.

At point A, only Ye Xiangrong and a new criminal policeman are left, and his old partner Wu Qiang went on a date with his girlfriend. That guy is in his 30s, a typical older unmarried youth. My friends are all pornographic because of work, and this time I finally got to talk to someone who can talk about marriage, because I won't let it go easily.Before leaving, Wu Qiang patted Ye Xiangrong on the shoulder and said clearly: "Old Ye, I know that your favorite is the case, not the woman. You like Uncle Xiang more than Miss Dongge! So I protect the family and you defend the country." , the arduous task is entrusted to you!"

"Damn! Brat!" Thinking of this, Ye Xiangrong took a deep breath on his cigarette, and when he raised his hand to throw the cigarette butt, he was attracted by a small rain-drenched figure in front of the garbage dump downstairs. It was a little boy wandering around here, and Ye Xiangrong had seen him for several days.Apparently he was an orphan, abandoned by his parents and society for whatever reason.This is not surprising in Haiping City. In an era when the economy is advancing at a high speed, but morality is slowly regressing, there is enough space between the two to carry this kind of life. Ye Xiangrong has seen too much.This is the world's problem, the government's problem, and even God's problem, but not Ye Xiangrong's problem.He is a criminal investigation policeman, so he can't control so much.

It's just that the child who was stubbornly looking for food in the rain had a strong but lonely shadow, which pierced Ye Xiangrong's heart like a thorn, tortured his conscience from time to time, and made him unbearable. Ye Xiangrong glanced at the windows of the opposite Tongzilou that were still half-covered with curtains. It had been three days and there was still no movement. He turned his head to look at the little boy downstairs, and finally gave a few words to the new criminal policeman, picked up the umbrella and biscuits ran downstairs. Ye Xiangrong walked to the side of the little boy and held up an umbrella for him. The child was very alert, shrugged his thin shoulder blades, and immediately turned around, looking suspiciously at the tall man in front of him.

"Eat it! Don't pick up those dirty things." Ye Xiangrong handed over the biscuit in his hand. The little boy hesitated, but kept his eyes on the half bag of Fuli biscuits, swallowed, and took it cautiously. "What's your name?" Ye Xiangrong looked at the little boy and said, he was eating voraciously, and the happiness that a child should have in his eyes flashed in his cold eyes just now. "Wei..." the little boy mumbled. "Surname Wei? What's your name?" "Can not remember." "Where is your home?" "Can not remember."

"Then how did you get here?" "I was tricked by a liar when I was a child, and I ran out." Ye Xiangrong frowned. He has also caught many human traffickers. These people are the most abominable. One person can destroy several families. Some children are transported away by sea, and they may be tossed to death in the boat. It is dehumanizing. Outrageous.It seemed to Ye Xiangrong that the child was not completely homeless. If he checked the background of the recently arrested human traffickers, he might be able to find the little boy's family. "Anything else... Hungry." In the blink of an eye, the bag of biscuits had run out, and the little boy stretched out his hand to Ye Xiangrong.

"Yes, I'll get it for you when I go up..." Ye Xiangrong pointed to the upstairs, and at that moment, he was suddenly stunned, and the curtain at Point A that had been half-covered for three days was drawn tightly. The password provided is exactly the same! Ye Xiangrong subconsciously ran into the building, he ran a few steps and then turned back in a hurry, grabbed the little boy and said anxiously and seriously: "I have something to do now, I have to go. Listen, I don't want to go anywhere these two days." Go, just wait for me around here, I will come to you and take you home! Remember, my name is Ye Xiangrong."

The little boy listened to him very carefully, as if he had engraved every word in his heart. He nodded vigorously and repeated: "Waiting for you, Ye Xiangrong." "Yes! Remember it!" Ye Xiangrong stood up quickly, put the umbrella in the little boy's hand and said firmly. In the wind and rain, Ye Xiangrong's tall figure showed unquestionable firmness. The little boy touched the umbrella that was still warm, and felt that this man would really take him to find his home, and the happiness that hardly existed in his memory was about to come.Thinking of this, a shy smile appeared on his dirty little face.

But the little boy's imagination was quickly broken by a sharp voice. He raised his head in shock, and saw that the third-floor windows of a nearby residential building were suddenly opened, and the dark blue curtains were blown away by the wind and rain. He jumped out of this window, and he obviously sprained his foot when he landed, but he still stumbled towards the entrance of the alley like crazy. However, his attack failed. With another gunshot, his calf was hit, forming an unnatural shape. The sound of the bullet entering the flesh was very clear, and the red blood mixed with the rainwater, flowing slowly to the little boy's feet. The little boy had already thrown away the umbrella in his hand. He covered his ears and curled up in the corner, watching the bloody scene in horror.Following the gunshot just now, he saw another person in the window with dark blue curtains. That person was still so resolute, but he held a pistol firmly in his hand.The little boy knew that the man had just told him that his name was Ye Xiangrong. The little boy got up tremblingly, and quickly ran away along the base of the wall. The wind and rain soaked his clothes, but he couldn't get rid of the strong smell of blood in the air...