Silent Reading Chapter 75: Macbeth (16)

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The roaring police car has surrounded the scene of Dong Xiaoqing's accident, and the surveillance at the intersection clearly captured the entire process of the accident vehicle from hitting the person to escaping.

"Yes, it's this car." Luo Wenzhou was sorely burnt as he was scanned by the car mirror. His flesh was already swollen, but he probably didn't hurt his muscles or bones. It would not affect his on-site commander who jumped up and down. Covering his face, fully armed, and not showing a single piece of hair, he is definitely not the first time he has done this kind of thing. Suddenly turning and hitting people at this speed, the car will be overturned if the hand tide is not good, and the retreat route is definitely in advance. Calculated."

"Team Luo, are you okay," the colleague who was checking and monitoring next to him looked horrified, "Would you like to call the doctor to deal with it first?"

"It's okay, I can't die." Luo Wenzhou was filled with a fire that could blast the ground out of a hole, lest his voice blast the earth out of the solar system, barely pressing it, and said as calmly as possible, "I need everyone to check again. All the social relations between Dong Xiaoqing and Dong Gan—all—especially Dong Gan, his fleet, customers, rest stops, where he’s bought and eaten..."

"Team Luo, let's bandage it up, your hands are bleeding."

Luo Wenzhou was interrupted for the second time, and finally exploded: "The murderer along the road in broad daylight still doesn't know where, what the **** are you staring at me for?"

The circle of people around was screamed by him, and the little doctor who was called to help nearby didn't dare to get out of the air.

Luo Wenzhou violently wiped the scratched wound on his forearm on his shirt, then realized that he was out of control, took a deep breath, and the speed of light suppressed the futile breath.

"Sorry, I was not at you just now," Luo Wenzhou lowered his head slightly, and his voice eased. "This murderer killed someone in front of me, but he could still let him run like this. This is my fault, in my heart Worry about it, brothers have worked hard."

The colleague next to him knows his temper and is very considerate: "Boss, it's fortunate that you are fine. Who can stop this, it's not Transformers."

Luo Wenzhou reluctantly smiled at him, and then said: "Since the murderer was covering his head at the time, it is unlikely that the murderer would release the vehicle information and check it casually. I think..."

He didn’t finish his words. The colleague who was ordered to search for the vehicle involved in the accident has already heard the news: “Team Luo, we have found the owner of the vehicle involved in the accident. We are an ordinary white-collar worker, female. Today, we are going to take a title qualification exam. The parking spaces near the test center were full. She said that she was about to be late at the time, so she had to find a vacant lot nearby to make do with illegal parking, fearing that people would post a car, and she deliberately found a remote, unmonitored place behind the owner of the car. There was another test. We didn’t know that our car was pryed until we contacted her just now."

Luo Wenzhou sighed, but he was hit by his crow's mouth again.

"Team Luo, the road network surveillance captured the vehicle that caused the accident!"

Luo Wenzhou said in a deep voice: "Chasing!"

But it's still too late.

Half an hour later, the police found the broken car in an abandoned factory yard. The front windshield of the well-maintained white car was already torn to pieces, and there was one left in the rearview mirror alone. The "one ear" in the cartoon, the four doors of the car are wide open, and there is no ghost shadow. The broken car lights and the twisted bumper form a mocking face, which is faintly stained with blood.

Luo Wenzhou heard the trace inspector who was accompanying him whispering--

"The crash is really bad, can it be repaired?"

"Fix a fart and hit a car that killed someone, who is still driving?"

"But this car is not cheap. The low-end naked/car seems to have to be '30 or 40', right? Does the owner have money at home?"

"It is estimated that there is not much money, and all the textual researches are for people to work."

"Then if I were the owner of the car, I would be crazy. Isn't this an innocent disaster?"

This group of technicians was directly transferred from the city bureau. They did not go to the murder scene or face the corpse. They did not immediately think of the thrilling murder. Instead, they were touched by the tattered "weapon" to the working class. Our eternal restlessness-they abide by the rules and the law every day, working hard day by day, trying to save this and that, for ten years, they can only go back to sleep in the house, and for five years, they will always be blocked in the elevated. When I got in the car, I had a loan on my back, I couldn't take full attendance once I was late, and I felt like I was stabbed in a big basket.

The efforts to save food and clothing for several years were easily destroyed by others. There is nowhere to shout for grievances. After all, compared to the little girl who crashed into a ball of rotten meat, losing a car seems to be no big deal, it is very lucky.

The door and courtyard are locked to guard against the gentleman but not against the villain. Various laws and rules seem to be able to restrain honest people. In this way, "honest", "duty", "civilized", "reasonable"... these qualities seem to be wrong, and it is far less pleasant than being a mad dog that bites people everywhere.

When Luo Wenzhou passed by, the technicians at work consciously shut their mouths under his low air pressure. He circled the scene, knowing that the murderer chose to leave the car here. I am afraid he was deliberate and confident. I had already calculated how to retreat unconsciously, and now it should have disappeared in the crowd.

He sat back alone in the police car outside the scene and lit a cigarette.

The smell of smoke and the faint blood on his body caused Luo Wenzhou to squint his eyes. After thinking about it, he took out a bottle of mineral water from the car and washed away the bruises and scratches that he had exposed. Briefly and accurately report the situation to all relevant parties as possible.

When he arrived at Fei Du’s place, Luo Wenzhou hesitated, guessing that he would be in the hospital. While Zhou Huaijin was shaking, he only sent a text message to him, but he didn’t expect the phone to be taken away. Fei Du called.

After hearing his question of not going to the village or the shop behind, Luo Wenzhou slowly spit out a smoke ring: "What can I do?"

Fei Du was silent for a moment, and Luo Wenzhou heard his light and long breathing through the phone, lingering in his ears, calming people down for no reason.

Unfortunately, within two seconds of calming down, there was a sudden burst of chaos in the background sound of Fei Du's phone. Someone yelled something, followed by hurried footsteps and chaotic calls.

Fei Du looked up at Zhou Huaijin, who was kneeling on the ground. Through the body language of several medical staff, he already knew the rescue result.

Zhou is the big benefactor of Heng'ai Hospital. Who dare not neglect, they all yelled to help him. The dean and the heads of various departments also rushed to him in a short time, "Sorry." The sound was like a flock of frogs in a pond after the rain, and the word "gugua" was widely spoken.

Fei Du held the phone to Luo Wenzhou and thought clearly in his heart: "Zhou Huaixin seems to be gone."

As soon as this thought came to him, he "cocked" in his heart, as if rolling over a small stone while driving.

"I think it should be easy to catch up with Dong Xiaoqing with your ability." Fei Du stared at the door of the black hole in the operating room without blinking. At the same time, he opened his mouth to Luo Wenzhou again in a steady tone, "You Participated in too many hostage-taking incidents, it is impossible to hold a girl with a knife, even if she decides to self-destruct after killing someone, I believe that as long as she hesitates for a second, it will be enough for you to take advantage of the mechanism to convince her. Why did she die, was there an accident?"

Fei Du’s unwavering voice was like a bowl of warm water, following the signal, slowly flowing into Luo Wenzhou’s ears. For some reason, his burning mood was washed away in these few words and Luo Wenzhou was wiped out. Smoke, his thumb propped his forehead, and wanted to see Fei Du for no reason.

"It's not clear in a few words--the colleagues in the bureau are already in Heng'ai Hospital. What is Zhou Huaijin's situation there? Have you explained anything?"

"Tell me, he planned the kidnapping case himself."

"Okay, let them control the people and take them back to the city bureau first," Luo Wenzhou paused, and then said, "You are waiting for me in the hospital."

Fei Du didn't seem to notice his last soft tone, hung up the phone, and walked to Zhou Huaijin's side.

Zhou Huaijin had no tears or expressions on her face, but stared at the operating room in disbelief...until the person covered with white cloth was pushed out. Suddenly, he didn't know where he was, and he slammed away from the people who were trying to pull him. He didn't care about it. The first reaction was to reach out and uncover the white cloth covering the face of the deceased. He had to look at it for himself. .

Zhou Huaixin lay there quietly, his face pale, a little gray, and it really didn’t look like he was alive. It reminded Fei Du of a painting he bought from him—it was a bustling high street. At the intersection, the tall buildings and billboards are made by randomly painting large areas of different shades of gray. The skeletons walking on the street are all skeletons of skeletons. They wear brightly colored and different styles of clothes to divide the skeletons. Men and women, young and old, three, six, nine, and so on.

Zhou Huaixin’s painting skills are limited, and he is not at a level that is not inferior. Usually he always chooses some subjects that hang in the living room and make people question the owner’s illness. Many people buy his paintings just to flatter him, and buy them back. Dust accumulates at the bottom of the pressure box. Fei Du and his friends like meat and drink took Zhou Huaixin's paintings, and they always had to tease him. They often asked him: "Master Zhou, when will you die? Once you die, this painting will increase in value."

It’s all right now. The paintings that have been backlogged under the bed, in the basement, and in the storage room are finally waiting for the greatest good news, and they are expected to see the light of day again.

"Mr. Zhou, don't look at Mr. Zhou!"

Everyone hurriedly pulled Zhou Huaijin away, Zhou Huaijin's lips trembled, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

Fei Du looked at him: "Zhou Zhou."

Zhou Huaijin struggled to condense the only remaining sane in the chaos, and looked at him weakly: "I...sorry, now... my brain is a bit messy..."

At this moment, the police walked in and received a notice from Luo Wenzhou that they planned to take Zhou Huaijin away.

Fei Du turned his back to them, waved his hand slightly, signaled them to wait, and walked over to Zhou Huaijin by himself: "They have procedures for doing things. I can take care of Huaixin for you temporarily."

Zhou Huaijin glanced over the policemen surrounding him, as if he wanted to look back at Zhou Huaixin again. I don't know if he dared or what, this look finally didn't work.

This is the end of the matter. After the initial shock, Zhou Huaijin still instinctively maintained his image in front of outsiders. He got rid of the support of the bodyguard, stood upright, and Chong Feidu nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

Fei Du calmly poked his heart again: "Hai Xin has tried his best to protect you. I must hope that you can be well, Mr. Zhou, you have to take care."

Zhou Huaijin staggered with her back to him.

"Oh, yes," Fei Du looked at his back, "There is one more important thing, which I forgot to mention just now—in fact, when we did a paternity test for Yang Bo and Zhou Lao, we also collected it by the way. I have a sample of you and Huaixin. Mr. Zhou, I don’t know how complicated your family relationship is, but the DNA is simple and straightforward."

Zhou Huaijin's pupils shrank abruptly, and Fei Du had a vague premonition in the gentle pause, turning around slowly.

Fei Du pretended to shook his head regretfully, and covered the corner of his mouth with a seemingly non-existent smile: "It's very strange, the paternity test results show that you are Zhou Junmao's biological."

For a moment, Zhou Huaijin seemed to be unable to understand Chinese, staring blankly at Fei Du, then his chaotic reflex nerves ran through the audience with difficulty, jumped over suddenly, and grabbed Fei Du. 'S collar, said upside down: "What did you say? You...you say it again..."

When a person’s spiritual world collapses, staring into his eyes can see spectacular scenery, like avalanches on high mountains, tornadoes sweeping across villages, and tens of meters high tsunami rushing to the mainland. , Swarms of meteorites are pouring down——

Fei Du clearly felt the unparalleled pleasure, which was the fascinating pursuit of **** and murderers from the ages to the present.

The detective next to Zhou Huaijin suspected that Zhou Huaijin was going to commit a crime, and hurriedly rushed to control him. The legendary Zhou Huaijin, who is always in front of others, as the name suggests, screamed, "No! No! You say it again!" Impossible!"

"Are you okay?" A policeman helped Fei Du.

"It's okay," Fei Du stretched out his collar, "This person is optimistic, but if it doesn't work, he will give him a tranquilizer. Don't worry, when he wakes up, he will know everything-you have worked hard. Go back, I'll wait for Team Luo."

The policeman nodded after hearing what he said, and hurriedly caught up with his colleagues, walked more than a dozen steps away, and looked back at Fei Du for some reason, and felt a bit of horror for no reason.

Fei Du methodically settled Zhou Huaixin's body, notified the forensic doctor, and cleverly got rid of the person in charge of Heng'ai Hospital who was eager to inquire about the situation, and waited for Luo Wenzhou at the entrance of the hospital.

Luo Wenzhou was afraid that he would not be able to see the blood. When he came, he had simply treated the obvious wounds on his body. He was ready to send the dehydrated Fei Du directly to the hospital. Who knew that Fei Du had nothing to say. , There is still a rare rosy on the pale face.

The two exchanged information in a few words--Luo Wenzhou hesitated and concealed what Dong Xiaoqing had said to him, while Fei Du said roughly Zhou Huaijin’s confession in a flat and straightforward manner, omitting how he took Zhou Huaijin step by step. The process of being forced to collapse.

Luo Wenzhou listened to Zhou's incredible grievances from the wealthy, cast a sideways glance at Fei Du, and couldn't help but said: "Actually, you're talking about my fainting blood, right?"

Fei Du smiled without answering, only said: "Brother is probably not in the mood to date me today. Could you please take me back home-over the villa, you have been there before."

Fei Du usually activities in the city. He lives in a small apartment near his group. Luo Wenzhou froze for a moment before realizing that Fei Du was referring to the house where his mother died:" What are you doing there?"

Fei Du cherished words like gold and said: "Something is going on."

Luo Wenzhou frowned, and vaguely felt that Fei Du was not normal. After he heard that Dong Xiaoqing had died, he immediately called Luo Wenzhou's phone to ask him about his situation. After meeting him, he was very beautiful and he didn't even ask. Screamed. A person who usually talks a lot of gossip, actually leaned on the co-pilot and closed his eyes silently.

It’s not far from Heng’ai Hospital to Fei Du’s villa, and it’s only 20 minutes away from traffic. Luo Wenzhou parked the bus at the gate of the spooky and gorgeous mansion and pushed Fei Du a bit: "Here."

Fei Du opened his eyes, his eyes were as cold as inorganic matter, and he didn't even say thank you. He pushed the door down without saying a word.

Luo Wenzhou finally couldn't help but grab Fei Du's wrist: "Wait, what's the matter with you?"

Fei Du made a hard effort, but naturally did not break free. He sighed as if exhausted, and whispered almost inaudibly, "Let go of me."

The more Luo Wenzhou looks at him, the more he feels that something is wrong, of course he doesn't worry about letting go: "You..."

He just said a word, the next moment, he was suddenly pushed into the driver's seat, Luo Wenzhou's back hurt a bit, and he pinned him to the spot with half-body, his cold lips blocked. His breath--