That afternoon, Jiayi went to all the hospitals and clinics near the Principal to inquire about the patient Liu Fuqiang. When the doctors and nurses answered, she also carefully observed their expressions to confirm that they did not have strange expressions, were not lying or hiding something.
At dinner time, she finally completed all the entries in the notebook -
there was no patient Liu Fuqiang, no medical records of this person.
A person with a serious condition, but never saw a doctor?
Is he letting himself go, chronically committing suicide?
Impossible, a patient with coronary heart disease does not take heart-saving pills, how can he still be alive after being ill for so long?
BB calls frantically, delivering the message of [Easy to Remember], so Jiayi hung her head and got on the Dingdang car, swaying back from Hung Hom to Sham Shui Po.
After walking through the route of the double-decker bus in the corpse case that crossed the city, Jiayi finally arrived at Ivy Street.
Ever since Ding Baoshu and Jiaru learned how to make various milk teas, he took over the work of making Yiji milk tea after school. The young boy stood behind the counter with a small stool under his feet, making it seriously like a little adult, which was quite convincing.
Since Brother Yi gave Xiao Baoshu a commission for every cup of milk tea, although the amount was not high, it became Ding Baoshu's latest way to make money. He recruited people every day to promote the variety and deliciousness of Yiji milk tea to his classmates. He used his homework book to draw promotional posters, and also drew milk tea pictures in handicraft and painting classes, and pasted them on posters with pictures and texts.
Because he had no money to make copies, he made them one by one by himself, and then pasted them on the telephone poles at the entrance of the campus and on the walls where people were crowded...
Although the method was clumsy, it was also effective. When Jiayi walked to the entrance of Yiji, she saw a queue in the milk tea channel again.
On rainy days, everyone chose the hot raw coconut oolong milk; if they wanted to cheer up after a bad day at work, they would order the sweet Storm Oreo milk tea; if they wanted to drink milk tea to their heart's content, they would order milk tea and add a lot of toppings, such as cream, red beans, Oreo crumbs, coconut flakes, glutinous rice, mung beans, mochi mash... all of them, and making porridge can really fill your stomach.
Every time Ding Baoshu sold a cup of milk tea, he would loudly announce the name of the milk tea when handing it to the customer.
"White peach oolong milk, cream and cover!"
"Osmanthus oolong milk!"
"Yanzhi nectar with large mango!"
"Milk tea macchiato, with whipped cream!"
Jiayi walked into the main hall of Yiji, and listened to Ding Baoshu's long youthful voice, and inexplicably had a better appetite.
This kid must be born to do this job, too smart, this way of calling out the names is really tempting to listen to and want to try.
"Eleven, come here, I've saved a seat for you." Fu raised his arm to greet him, and touched the seat next to him, as if Jiayi was a gust of wind, and if he touched her like this, she would float over with the air.
Sitting between Fu and Fang Zhenyue, I found that the dishes had been ordered for a table. My stomach growled instantly, it turned out that I was hungry a long time ago.
No one cared to talk about the case for a while, they just focused on eating.
Only when everyone was full did someone show an eagerness to try to report on the task.
"Security guard Liu Fuqiang has a weak presence, and few residents in the Baishina community have any impression of him. I will continue to ask after dinner."
"Sir Xu went back and carefully read books about coronary heart disease, and also called the hospital's experts for consultation. The symptoms of the autopsy can only reveal the cause of death, but there is really no way to help prove the sequence of behaviors that occurred before death. After dinner, Gary and I will go to Baishina to visit neighbors."
Everyone was whispering and making simple communications and reports. While they were sad that they did not get good news, they also hoped that others would have good news.
"We found Ximing's old criminal records, which recorded quite a bit of his information, but the photos were exposed to the public and had been in the archives for a long time, so they had faded a lot. In addition, his appearance decades ago had changed a little bit, so it was difficult to prove that Ximing was Liu Fuqiang through these files." After all
, Ximing did not have any special features such as "broken eyebrows", "special moles" or "big moles". A bad photo of an ordinary face, or anyone picked up randomly in crowded places like Mong Kok or Tsim Sha Tsui, might look a bit like that photo.
There is no facial recognition technology in Hong Kong yet, so more evidence is needed to confirm the identity of the deceased.
"Liu Fuqiang's house in Baishina was transferred from a Bay Area resident, and the previous Bay Area owner of the house has been lost."
"Liu Fuqiang hung a scrubbing board for grinding feet next to the table in the security booth. There were a lot of dandruff on the ground under the scrubbing board. It was initially determined that he had been grinding his finger prints every day for decades, gradually grinding off the skin on the pulp of his fingers, grinding out the cob, then grinding off the cob, and continuing to grind off the skin..."
"He is also a ruthless person." Liu Jiaming couldn't help frowning when he heard this. Some people can do anything to survive.
They may not be good people, but they are really survivalists who will do anything to survive.
Jiayi also encountered a setback and failed to achieve success.
"Didn't the clinic call to say that they had received Liu Fuqiang as a patient?" Jiayi asked Liu Jiaming who was investigating at the police station.
"For many people, it doesn't matter to them whether the bad police live or die. Why would they call and actively cooperate with the investigation?" Liu Jiaming shook his head in despair.
In the days without Uncle Jiu's complaints, everyone inherited Uncle Jiu's complaining gene and output it crazily.
After complaining, there is sighing and feeling sad that Uncle Jiu's injustice will never be resolved.
At this time, there are very few guests eating, and the queue for buying milk tea is also empty. Ding Baoshu made hot after-meal sweet drinks for each detective and placed them in front of everyone one by one.
Baoshu happened to hear Jiayi say that no clinic or hospital had ever admitted Liu Fuqiang. He blinked his eyes and suddenly asked, "Sister Jiayi, there is an underground clinic that we can check."
"Underground clinic?" Jiayi raised her eyebrows.
Seeing that Ding Baoshu was full of gossip, Fang Zhenyue stretched out his arm to grab a chair from the empty table next to him and said to the young boy, "Sit down."
"Thank you, Sir Fang." After Ding Baoshu sat down, he began to introduce Jiayi's question seriously:
"We can't afford to go to private hospitals for medical treatment. There are no queues in public hospitals, and the prices are still expensive. So we go to small clinics, but what can we do if small clinics are too expensive? There are still ways."
Poor people also need to see a doctor. If you don't have money, there are ways to deal with it.
"If you are sure you have a cold, we go to that black pharmacy and get some cold medicine. If you are not sure what disease you have, you go to the underground clinic. It is the kind of place without a sign, known only to neighbors. It looks like a residential place. If you are sick, you go and knock on the door, walk in and the old man sits at the table and helps you diagnose your pulse. I also got an IV drip in the underground clinic near our home. It was such a small room. Everyone sat on their knees waiting for the drip to finish. It was so sleepy. Also, the police must not be informed of this kind of clinic, for fear of being closed down." Ding Baoshu said seriously:
"We have underground clinics over there. Did the person that Jiayi mentioned also go to the underground clinic in their area?"
Although the Yi family was poor, they had never been to such an underground clinic. Since childhood, whenever everyone had a headache or a fever, Yi Jiadong would take his younger siblings to a regular clinic for treatment. Health matters were not something that could be taken lightly.
The detectives did not normally come into contact with these people. Even if they had come into contact with people in underground clinics before, their living habits and cognitive circles did not overlap, so they did not think of it for a while.
When Ding Baoshu mentioned it, everyone remembered that, yes, there was such a place.
Jiayi got a new clue and immediately went home to change into her most worn-out clothes, put on a mask and a hat, bought a pair of glasses frames from a street stall in the alley, dressed herself up in a weird way, turned around and got on a Dingdang car and wandered back to Priestney in Hung Hom.
At this time of day, there were many people taking a walk after dinner around the community. Jiayi coughed while observing these people, looking for lower-class citizens who could provide clues for herself.
After wandering around for half an hour, she finally found out the only underground clinic near Priestney from a street sweeper when she sat on the curb outside the back door of Priestney Community and coughed.
After getting the address, she rushed there immediately.
This clinic is located in the old house area in the back alley of the Baishina community. In the densely packed and unplanned old community, there is a 4-story wine house without an elevator. After passing the various sundries and old items placed on the stairs, fanning away the smell of rust and mold, I finally arrived at the underground clinic where this floor is located. The person
who answered the door was a middle-aged woman. She was neither wearing a white coat nor a mask. She looked like an ordinary housewife.
After Jiayi was welcomed into the house, she was casually arranged to sit on the sofa that was so old that it had holes and was fluffy. At this time, she was the only patient.
After enduring the spring of the sofa hitting her buttocks for a few minutes, another patient finally bought cheap medicine and left, and it was Jiayi's turn to be called into the small room for treatment.
The doctor was an old man with gray beard. Although he had no medical qualifications, he had the air of a doctor. He and the middle-aged woman who greeted guests at the door were probably father and daughter. The two of them interacted in a tacit understanding and were very efficient.
Jiayi lied that she couldn't afford the consultation fee and didn't extend her arm to the old doctor for a pulse check. She only asked for some painkillers and cold medicine.
The old doctor didn't force her. He asked about the symptoms, registered her name, date of birth, today's consultation time, and the symptoms provided by Jiayi, and then wrote her a prescription.
Jiayi watched the old man put her fake medical record into a cardboard box, and hope rose in her heart.
After getting the medicine without a production date and the prescription written by the old man, when the "Mongolian doctor" without a medical license was about to go back to the room, she stood by the counter and showed her police ID to the middle-aged woman who received her.
The woman was startled, but seeing that Jiayi was alone, she stared at the medicine and prescription in Jiayi's hand as evidence, and bypassed the counter, thinking of snatching the evidence.
Jiayi took a step back, with her back against the door, standing in a favorable position where she could attack or retreat, and quickly opened her coat, with a cold face, and pressed her right hand on the holster on her waist.
Her action was like a beast showing its fangs when encountering an enemy, which instantly had the effect of shocking the enemy. She
did not draw her gun, but put her left hand on the table, and the whole person seemed particularly confident. But the middle-aged woman has clearly realized that Yi Jiayi can shoot and kill her at any time if she wants.
Even if you are extremely strong and have the ability to fight one against ten, you can only surrender in front of guns. The
middle-aged woman stopped and turned to look at the "Mongolian doctor" uncle who walked out of the small room, and began to hesitate whether to cry and beg for mercy.
Jiayi took this opportunity to say,
"I'm not here to search your clinic. I just need to transfer one person's medical record. I'll leave after I get it."
The middle-aged woman stared at Jiayi warily. The two confronted each other for a few seconds before she asked, "What medical records do you want, madam?"
Jiayi smiled, trying her best to make her body language seem relaxed and casual, and said as experienced as possible, "The medical records of Liu Fuqiang, the security guard of the Baishina community. I want all of them."
Originally, it was thought that the old man would have to go and look for Liu Fuqiang to find out if there was such a person as Liu Fuqiang, but he said without even thinking,
"Madam, you are late. Liu Fuqiang's medical record was taken away by his wife yesterday."
Jiayi frowned and tapped the counter in annoyance.
"Madam, we only treat poor people, and nothing has ever happened. My father is very kind, and everyone calls him the 'old miracle doctor'. Please leave us a way out." The middle-aged woman stood by the counter and pleaded helplessly.
Jiayi took a slight step and leaned towards the door. Then she rolled her eyes and suddenly narrowed them.
Since this underground clinic would keep medical records, it means that they have a reason to do so. What if the patient dies of illness or dies of poisoning from taking the wrong medicine, what should we do if the doctor comes to our house to make trouble? We don't have a business license, so we are already very passive. If there is no record of medical records as evidence, wouldn't it be possible for anyone to make a false accusation?
Liu Fuqiang is obviously dead, and the biggest problem now is to find out the cause of his death.
This clinic is facing such a situation. Isn't it afraid that the family of the deceased will come to make trouble? The wife of the deceased came to ask for the medical records, and they gave them to her as soon as they were told? Then if the wife of the deceased turned around and bit back, saying that it was the "old doctor" who prescribed the wrong medicine and killed her, wouldn't the "old doctor" be very passive?
The more people work in the gray area, the stronger their sense of self-protection is.
Jiayi didn't believe that the 'old doctor' had handed over the medical records. She turned her head and looked between the 'old doctor' and the middle-aged woman, remembering what the sir said to her before she went out:
"Pay money when it's time. The police station will reimburse the expenses for handling cases and hiring informants."
Pursing her lips, Jiayi moved her right hand that was on the butt of the gun, put it in her trouser pocket, took out a few large bills, slapped them on the table, and then opened her mouth again:
"I want all the medical records of Liu Fuqiang."
After that, she took out the last one from her pocket and slapped it on the table.
As she pushed the money toward the middle-aged woman, she pressed the money with her fingers and continued slowly,
"Or I apply for a search warrant, lead a team to investigate, and use another method to get Liu Fuqiang's medical records. Or... I call the police now and ask them to come and check the legality of this clinic. It's your choice."
"…" The 'old doctor' suppressed his slightly cloudy eyes with his long gray eyebrows, sighed softly, turned around and walked back to the room.
A few minutes later, Jiayi got all of Liu Fuqiang's medical records and prescription history records.
And a signed record of the 'old doctor''s' voluntary evidence and testimony.
"Thank you." Jiayi took off her glasses and threw them into the trash can at the door of the clinic, finally smiling.
Only then did the 'old doctor' and the middle-aged woman realize that the policeman who calmly arranged them clearly was actually the young and promising female police officer with a sharpshooter.
What a mistake, if I had known it was her, I shouldn't have opened the door!
……
……
Yau Ma Tei Police Station, today Inspector Qiu Sushan did not finish work on time, and has been working overtime in the office, so busy that the police station has fewer and fewer people, until yesterday when Uncle Jiu was brought back.
She straightened her clothes, put the progress documents of today's [Liu Fuqiang case] on the table, sighed and walked out of the office.
Inspector Qiu personally rushed to the detention center, approved the procedures for Uncle Jiu, and signed to release him.
When the police opened the iron gate, she looked at Uncle Jiu, who was sitting on the hard bed with his quilt folded neatly, and smiled faintly, and took the lead to say:
"Aunt Jiu and the two children are waiting for you at the door of the police station. Fang Zhenyue and others are anxious to clear your name, so they have to work overtime to investigate the case. I have no choice but to pick you up and send you to your family."
Uncle Jiu limped out, looked up at the time, looked at the weather outside the window, pursed his lips and did not answer.
It was already very late, the sky was overcast and it was about to rain, and everyone was still running outside.
For him.
"Don't feel pressured, and it's not for you. You know how hard the people in Team B work on a case. Don't feel burdened, go back and have a good rest. Return to the team as soon as the case is closed." Qiu Susan walked side by side with Uncle Jiu, and slowed down to accommodate Uncle Jiu's inconvenient legs after the fall.
"How is the progress?" Uncle Jiu turned around and asked.
"It's good, and the detectives are full of morale, don't worry." Qiu Susan always had a smile on her face.
Uncle Jiu nodded.
When they were about to reach the door, Qiu Susan asked him, "There are many reporters outside the door, and they may take pictures of you. Do you feel pressured? Do you want to cover your face?"
"No, at this age, am I still afraid of being photographed?" Uncle Jiu smiled bitterly.
"They all believe you." Qiu Sushan could already see the media waiting outside the door, a group of people who couldn't be driven away even if Mr. Guo came to drive them away personally.
"I know." Uncle Jiu lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his lips to taste the taste of Qiu Sushan's words.
"So hold your chest high and walk out with big strides." Qiu Sushan stopped and walked to the door of the police station. She didn't need to be sent off.
Uncle Jiu turned around and looked at Qiu Sushan. The tall woman in a white shirt and suit pants nodded at him with a serious expression. Although there seemed to be worry in her eyes, her expression was firm and calm.
Uncle Jiu paused, took his hands out of his pockets, looked at his image in front of the glass door of the police station, smoothed his hair, rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath to boost his morale, and then looked at Qiu Susan again. When
Madam raised her lips, he knew that his image had passed the test, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. As she wished, he strode out of the police station door, ignoring the cameras and facing them.
When the clicking sound rang out, Uncle Jiu thought, at least the young people who were busy running around today and couldn't see him off will not worry too much about him when they see the newspaper tomorrow.
An old man who walks through the crowd like a rooster will definitely not look pitiful.
...
According to the ideas provided by Ding Baoshu, although Fang Zhenyue felt that there was little hope after decades, he still sent Fu to check the underground clinic near Ximing's former residence, hoping to find a dental case list that had been stored for decades and might not exist at all.
If there really is such a thing, perhaps it can be determined based on the teeth that Ximing and Liu Fuqiang are the same person.
He went straight to the Forensic Department, and used threats and inducements to get Brother Da Guangming to work overtime to do a new round of footprint surveys at the Baishina security post and patrol routes.
The search warrant has not been approved yet, so he can't search Liu Fuqiang's home, so he can only "go out on location". He can search public areas however he wants, and no one will care.
But it is very difficult.
"This is a footprint photo from Ximing's old criminal record." Fang Zhenyue handed the photo to Brother Daguangming and continued: "If we can find footprints that match Ximing's footprint photo, is there a chance to prove that they are the same person?"
"I really haven't gotten off work at a normal time for a month. Today I can finally finish work and go home... Can't you be kind, Sir Fang!" Brother Daguangming made a bitter face, sat in Fang Zhenyue's jeep, turned on the interior lights, and looked at the photo carefully.
"Those media people at the gate of the police station are all here to take pictures of Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu's 24-hour detention will end soon, and if he wants to go home, he must first rush away from those reporters with ill intentions." Fang Zhenyue frowned and said seriously:
"Do you know how they will report Uncle Jiu tomorrow? How will they use this issue to judge the Hong Kong police? If such voices continue for a few days, how will the media guide public opinion?
"We work hard for months and months and no one knows about it, but on the contrary, we are framed by the media--"
"Okay, okay, I will do my best and stop complaining, okay?" Brother Da Guangming waved his hands quickly to show that he was afraid.
Fang Zhenyue nodded with satisfaction.
"Everyone has his own habits when walking, and as they age, the habits often become stronger. The detailed footprints are heavy on the outside and light on the inside, and they are outward-facing. The outer edges of his shoes must have been worn very thin, causing the soles to be uneven. Unfortunately, the deceased was wearing a pair of new shoes, so there is no evidence in this regard. "Brother Da Guangming introduced Fang Zhenyue while taking rubbings of the footprints of the security booth.
After they walked out of the booth, the young security guard who took over from Liu Fuqiang walked in.
Brother Da Guangming also took rubbings of the new security guard's shoe prints before continuing to walk with Fang Zhenyue along the security guard's daily patrol route, looking for locations where footprints were easily left.
After that, they collected several more footprints, and when it started to rain, Fang Zhenyue finally let Brother Da Guangming go home.
Holding several footprint collection books packed in evidence bags, Fang Zhenyue drove back to the police station. He would store these evidences in the Forensic Department, waiting for Chen Guangyao to compare the footprint feature points of Xi Ming and Liu Fuqiang tomorrow. By
the way, he would sort out the case, evidence and clues.
…
When Fang Zhenyue got off the car, the rain had gotten heavier, the drizzle turning into a rustling sound, and the rain was carrying the smell of dirt and rust.
A real man never covers his head when walking in the rain. He only flicks his head to remove some raindrops when he enters the police station.
When he returns to the B team office, he finds that the lights are on. When he stands at the door, he sees Jiayi sitting at her desk by the window, sorting documents and taking notes.
After a day of running around, the two team leaders who were split into two are reunited.
Jiayi seems to have sensed something. When she looks up, she sees Fang Zhenyue standing at the door. Raindrops are dripping down his wet hair. At first glance, you would think he is standing there crying quietly.
If a real man knew that his behavior of not fearing the rain would lead to the misunderstanding of "secretly crying", he would never let the rain get on his head again.
"Sir Fang." Jiayi stood up and saluted, then shook the medical records on the table, "I got it."
Relying on the painful ability of money.
"Not bad, I'm not bad either." Fang Zhenyue held up the footprint evidence and camera in the evidence bag in his hand.
"Brother Gary and Brother Jiaming also gained something. A resident said that he saw Liu Fuqiang holding his chest and taking pills. He also said that Liu Fuqiang spoke in a low voice and was afraid of noise. He said that he was not good at heart and could not be frightened." Jiayi held up a few more transcripts.
"I can't give you more, you still win." Fang Zhenyue smiled and leaned against the door frame.
Jiayi smiled proudly and said solemnly: "Mr. Fang, in order to get the medical records, I gave the Mongolian doctor 300 Hong Kong dollars."
"I'll help you apply for reimbursement from Madam tomorrow, how about that?" Fang Zhenyue slightly bent his eyes, and a drop of rain happened to fall on his left bangs, and he blinked consciously under his left eye.
Jiayi looked at Fang Zhenyue who winked at her inadvertently, and suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What?" Fang Zhenyue took a piece of paper from the table at the door, wiped his face, and pushed back his troublesome bangs. The lazy wildness brought by the wet and messy short hair suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by the mature aggressiveness brought by the slicked back hair. Jiayi
took a deep breath. At this late hour, Mr. Fang was still playing the 5-second hairstyle change play in front of her.
"It's okay, he's quite handsome." Jiayi put down the notes and documents in her hand with a smile, and sat down to continue working.
"He's handsome." Fang Zhenyue said casually, looking up at the clock hanging on the wall.
It's already 23:46, and this guy still doesn't want to go home. Has the eldest daughter of the Yi family become a workaholic who doesn't go home?
"Hey! Meteor!" Fang Zhenyue suddenly spoke.
Jiayi just bent down to sit back on the chair, but after hearing what Sir Fang said, she immediately stood up and looked out the window at the sky, scanning left and right to look for the trace of the meteor.
Fang Zhenyue chuckled, "It's raining heavily, Officer Yi, can you still see the stars on a cloudy day?"
"..." Jiayi turned back in disbelief. Brother Yue actually lied!
"Your brain is not working, why are you still working overtime? Go home." Fang Zhenyue said and patted the wall. "I'll go put the evidence in the forensic department. You pack it up and I'll take you there later."
He turned and left, leaving behind a series of majestic and distant footsteps.
Jiayi stretched and twisted her waist in the office.
She also worked overtime until midnight one day. It turns out that working overtime is the norm for doing business. If you always walk by the river, you will definitely work overtime.
When Fang Zhenyue came back, Jiayi had already put on the pink raincoat that Fu gave her. She was wrapped up tightly and didn't look majestic at all. She was
even a little cute.
Fang Zhenyue thought of her bossing around when she arranged the groups during the day, and couldn't help wondering if all women have two faces. One at work, another after work.
Moreover, how come this guy doesn't have any idol baggage at all?
A mighty policewoman, if there were paparazzi waiting outside the police station at this moment, wouldn't they have taken photos of her wearing a raincoat?
Walking out of the police station side by side with Yi Jiayi, Fang Zhenyue suddenly began to doubt whether he was too obsessed with appearance? Wasn't excessive focus on appearance always considered "unprofessional" by him?
When he was a few years younger, he deliberately dressed casually to the police station in order to show that he was fully committed to his career and not distracted by other things. Qiu Susan complained about him for a long time.
Looking at the back of Jiayi's head, which was strictly protected by the raincoat, Fang Zhenyue stretched out his hand and poked the air.
That's great. Detective Yi Jiayi has a sincere heart dedicated to justice and career, and has been recognized by the police station's recognized hard worker: this is a person who is more focused and pure than him, who doesn't care about other people's eyes, focuses on being herself, and handles cases very carefully. Thinking about it this way, it seems quite chic.
Like the four-eyebrowed Lu Xiaofeng in Gu Long's works, this young girl actually has a chivalrous spirit.
As soon as Fang Zhenyue's jeep started, the chivalrous heroine leaned on the passenger seat and fell asleep.
Maybe it was because he drove really steadily, or it could be that the sound of rain had a hypnotic effect, or maybe it was because the aura of this fierce detective was gone, so people were in a warm little space, and when they were alone with him, they could actually fall asleep peacefully.
The jeep drove into the Yongfa Garden community and stopped downstairs of the Yi family.
Fang Zhenyue looked back at Jiayi. The hood of her raincoat had been rubbed off. Her face was flushed from sleep, her long sword-like eyebrows were relaxed, and her rosy lips were slightly open...
He stared at her for a while, and she suddenly frowned and moved her mouth slightly as if she was cursing someone. I don't know if she dreamed of confronting the gangster, her small sword-like eyebrows raised, and her soft and delicate features became heroic again. She
is pretty anyway.
Fang Zhenyue took a breath and looked up. The window on the 10th floor was emitting a faint warm light, probably the light that the Yi family left for their eldest sister.
The little girl belongs to the Yi family, but he doesn't want to return it.