Seeing him getting closer and closer, Cui Jin's heart rose to her throat and almost exploded.
He wanted to turn his head to see Huo Donglin's expression, but the big hand on the back of his head was pressing him tightly, and he couldn't move at all.
늀놇At this moment, a cat's cry suddenly came from the side, and soon the mouse squeaked miserably.
Something fell onto the haystack on the other side, and finally the sound disappeared completely.
Then he looked around the place where the sound was last heard, but found nothing and turned away.
When Cui Jin wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the man suddenly turned back.
This is a very alert anti-reconnaissance device.
Cui Jin noticed that Huo Donglin's hand was tense, and began to think about how not to fall behind.
"Don't look at it, it's probably a night owl, come and help quickly." The other person lowered his voice and called out.
Obviously they don't have much time left.
The man looked over here several times, pricked up his ears and listened for a while before really turning back to the thatched hut.
After they sealed the door bolt with branches, they lit a cigarette and took turns taking two puffs. One of them pointed the cigarette butt toward the thatched hut and bowed three times.
Huo Donglin's face darkened, and his thin lips curved into a sarcastic arc.
Since you are doing murder and arson, don't be afraid of so-called ghosts and gods.
As the cigarette butt fell on the thatched hut, gasoline splashed sparks and a fire snake rose up instantly.
"Something's wrong." Someone asked, "Why is there no movement inside?"
The other one didn't care: "The wormwood we hung in their room contained drugs, it would be strange if they could wake up."
"You keep watch, I'll go throw the bucket."
He walked towards the river with the bucket, intending to destroy the evidence.
Huo Donglin quietly got up and followed.
The man who stayed there waited and waited, but he never came back. His heart skipped a beat, and he realized something was wrong, so he ran away.
call out!
There was a sound of breaking air, and a flying stone hit his knee.
He rushed forward unexpectedly, and when he found himself in a trap, he opened his mouth to shout.
A gun was suddenly pointed at my head.
"Don't move!"
In just a few minutes, the entire thatched house was completely engulfed in fire.
The firelight illuminated the handsome and cold face next to him. His hair stood on end and he fell to the ground: It's all over now.
At the same time, the people in the distance saw the blazing fire and thought the plan was successful, so they shouted: "Fire, help!"
Huo Donglin looked sideways, his eyes darkening again.
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The moon sets and the sun rises.
It's a new day.
Cui Jin walked out of the temporary interrogation room with a pale lips.
These two days have been like a dream. I thought I was just following Huo Donglin to look for him, but I never expected that I would help solve a major case.
In the director's office, Huo Donglin reported to Mr. Sun on the phone, "...According to the farm director and others, the Guan family bribed them to deliberately torture the Fang family and made them do the hardest and most tiring work. The old man and the eldest son of the Fang family died of illness in less than half a year. After a while, Fang Jibei couldn't stand it anymore and burned himself in the thatched hut."
"According to the recollections of other farm workers, a man with a scar on his face washed down from upstream a few days ago. He claimed to be an eighth-level technician from Qu County and his surname was Jiang. He also left the farm a few days after Fang Jibei's death."
"According to Cui Jin's profile, it is confirmed that Fang Jibei is Jiang Sheng. He used Jiang Ming's identity to escape and lived in a small fishing village under an assumed name."
Huo Donglin had previously suspected that Jiang Sheng was related to Jiang Ming, but he did not expect his true identity to be so complicated.
I don't know why he switched identities with Jiang Ming? Did Jiang Ming volunteer? Or suspected of murder?
No matter what, Jiang Sheng, also known as Fang Jibei, escaped from the farm without permission, and his crime is serious. The contributions he made to Jiang County could only help reduce his sentence.
"Old commander, I request that Fang Jibei be arrested immediately and brought to the military district for interrogation." This can be considered a form of protection.
The person on the other end of the line quickly agreed: "Approved!"
The police station in Jiang County arrested Fang Jibei first. In order to avoid any deliberate mistake, Huo Donglin decided to escort him to the military region in person.
In order to prevent him from worrying, Mr. Sun concealed the fact that Jiang Ningning had a beautiful plan.
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The city celebrated May Day, and the streets were filled with red lanterns.
They all took out the best clothes in the closet and put them on, and combed their hair meticulously.
At first glance, the crowds are bustling and colorful.
This kind of lively street scene was completely absent in the previous few days.
"My goodness, big cities are still more lively." Cai Jinhua wished she could grow an extra pair of eyes.
When I get back, I'll have plenty of material to brag to the other old ladies in the village.
"This time the Capital Song and Dance Troupe will perform five shows, and the local area will also contribute a model opera." Wen Xiuying is well-informed about the inside information. "It is also to express condolences to the people in the post-disaster areas that such a large-scale event was made as a special case. It has never been so lively before."
It's tasteless, the festival doesn't feel like a festival, it's meaningless.
Jiang Ningning replied in her heart: It will be even more boring later.
The Spring Festival Gala is extremely boring, fireworks are banned, and all the young and old people have to work overtime. It's really boring.
Unlike today, there are many expectations and anticipations for festivals. A new piece of clothing and a big meal can satisfy one for several days.
The closer the two families got to the square, the more people there were.
As family members of cadres, they all had tickets for the inner field, and their seats were relatively close to the front.
After checking your tickets at the main gate, take your seats in order according to your ticket numbers.
Many people did not receive such good treatment. They stood in circles with their shoulders touching, and some even climbed up trees.
After they sat down, Yu Yan and his son came over with a basket containing mung bean cakes and several bottles of soda.
When I saw the mung bean cake, my face turned green and my stomach felt uncomfortable.
"Sister Xia Xia, don't eat it. This is made by my mother." Goudan leaned close to Xia Xia's ear, thinking he was speaking in a very low voice.
"Why doesn't my mother just cook some potatoes and stew some cabbage? Why does she have to come up with all kinds of unpalatable things?"
Wen Xiuying was so angry that she took a piece of mung bean cake and stuffed it into her son's mouth, rolling her eyes and complaining: "If you put a piece of pork belly in your mouth, it will become dumpling filling. Look at how quiet your sister Xia Xia is."
Goudan immediately covered his mouth with his hands, not sure if he was afraid that Xia Xia would dislike him for talking too much, or if he was worried that Wen Xiuying would stuff more mung bean cakes into his mouth.
The family next door was playing and fighting, and the singing and dancing performance began.
As expected of the Capital Song and Dance Troupe, the performance was quite professional and everyone was watching intently.
At this time, Jiang Ningning received a reminder, said something to Wen Xiuying and Cai Jinhua, and followed the police officer to the backstage.
There was a tall and long-legged lesbian who had been waiting for a long time.
At first glance, he's still an old acquaintance.
Before Huo Donglin went for a physical examination, he arranged for Sun Lihong, a reserve member of the special forces team, to pick her up after get off work. Jiang Ningning was particularly impressed by her.
"Hello, Secretary Jiang, the target mission has appeared. Don't worry, I won't be too far away from you and will be responsible for protecting your safety."
Jiang Ningning stepped forward and held her hand back.
The palm of that hand was covered with calluses, and it was cold, hard, full of explosive power, and gave people a very safe feeling.
So he became more enthusiastic and said, "Thank you, Comrade Sun. I'll trouble you next."
Sun Lihong didn't expect Jiang Ningning to still remember her name. The smile on her face became genuine, and she comforted her in a rare gentle voice: "This action is within our plan, don't be afraid, Xiao Jiang."
After a brief greeting, Jiang Ningning left through the side door and followed the established route given by Sun Lihong, pretending to meet Huo Zhan Ji by chance in the square.
If you don't have any intention, you should express your intention.
Huo Zhan Ji was fair and clean, with a large cardboard box at his feet, making him easy to find in the crowd.
The problem is that his embroidered pillow looks good but is useless, and he is very weak. It took several attempts to move the boxes before I could move a few steps. I looked so embarrassed.
The two women who met him were dumbfounded, not knowing whether to leave or stay to help.
The disgust on his face couldn't be hidden.
In this moment of hesitation, Huo Zhan Ji raised his eyes and saw Jiang Ningning. His hand slipped, and boom! The box fell to the ground.
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