Silent Reading Chapter 166: Edmund Dantes (37)

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"Zhou Yahou’s assistant was an offshoot of the Zhou family. The Chinese name was'Zhou Chao'. After Zhou Junmao came to power, this person was arrested and imprisoned for embezzling public funds," Zhou Huaijin said while looking at the map, "Later because Injured people in prison and tried to escape again and again. His sentence was continuously extended. I found some clues through my trustees. It is said that this person is still alive and is already more than 70 years old. In town. It’s a coincidence that he was released from prison exactly the year Zheng Kaifeng handed the fake DNA results to Zhou Junmao. Would you say..."

Lu Jia held an ice cream, looked around thoughtfully, and smiled: "It is very possible that your mother also mistakenly thought that you were not Zhou Junmao's own. In order to protect you, she can do everything as her mother. Chao Zhou hasn't been found this year, so she hid it if it doesn't matter."

After the speed of life and death in Yancheng, Lu Jia's head turned vigilantly, Zhou Huaijin's heart became nervous, and he quickly followed and looked around: "Why, won't someone follow us again?"

Lu Jia narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Did you just find out? It is estimated that as soon as you go back to the old house, you will be spotted."

Zhou Huaijin: "What?!"

The night before, Lu Jia didn’t go back to Zhou’s old house with Zhou Huaijin on the grounds of “too many people, don’t cause trouble.” He just sent two bodyguards to accompany him, and the rest of them went to book in advance. Hotel.

Zhou Huaijin didn't care at the time either, because he finally returned to a place he was familiar with, he couldn't help but relax and sleep peacefully. He never expected that those who wanted to kill him would follow him here in a spirited manner.

Zhou Huaijin suddenly turned to look at Lu Jia: "You knew..."

"Don't worry, they won't touch you yesterday." Lu Jia licked around the ice cream, his tongue seemed to be barbed, and after a bite, the ice cream disappeared halfway. "They are here on the road. Without you, you must first figure out who you are going to find, so that you can wait for work and catch you all at once."

Zhou Huaijin: "..."

I didn't hear anything worthy of reassurance.

Lu Jiaxili licked the ice cream, raised his hand to put Zhou Huaijin's shoulder, not letting him look left and right, and pushed him forward: "Did you not find that my people have come together? Let's go, I can't believe it. I, can you still trust Mr. Fei?"

The old man who used to be next to Zhou Yahou lived in a very remote place. It was a dilapidated small yard with little decoration at home. The entrance to the courtyard had just been swept, but it was still clean. Lu Jia followed one of his little brothers with a wink, and the few people immediately scattered around cleverly and laid ambush in the backyard.

Zhou Huaijin walked over and knocked on the door. After a while, a female foreigner answered through the intercom at the door and asked who it was.

Zhou Huaijin glanced at Lu Jia, and Lu Jia nodded and motioned for him to tell the truth. So he cleared his throat and reported Zhou Chao's pseudonym: "Does he live here? My last name is Zhou, the son of his old friend."

The room was silent for a while, a middle-aged woman in Southeast Asia poked her head out, looked nervously at their group of uninvited guests, and smiled reluctantly and said: "I think you may have lived in the past. People here, we just moved here last month."

Zhou Huaijin frowned, and took out a photo of the old man from her pocket: "Then, have you seen the previous residents, is this this person?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, and took the photo in a daunting manner. I don't know if she is face blindness or something wrong. After looking over and over for a long time, she hesitated and said: "I'm not sure..."

At this moment, a loud shout came from the backyard: "Stop!"

The woman's hands trembled, and the panic expression on her face could no longer be hidden, and the photo fell to the ground-it turns out that she has been procrastinating for time!

Lu Jiahao looked over in time, and saw an old man with gray hair flying over the fence of the backyard. Taking advantage of the nanny at the door to attract the attention of uninvited guests, his old man ran away and saw no rheumatism. Osteopathy, his legs and feet are alive and well able to participate in parkour.

Lu Jia craned her neck and sighed: "Oh, you should grow stronger!"

Unfortunately, Zhou Chao didn't expect the people who came to him to be prepared. When he saw him show up, the people who were waiting for the rabbit in the backyard immediately rushed forward and caught the old man who was moving like a rabbit. Lu Jia bent over and picked up the photo of the woman who had dropped it by mistake. He wanted to say something. After searching for a while, he found that the foreign languages ​​that he had learned in school that year were "Thank you", "Goodbye" and "Good morning". He shut his mouth, revealing an inscrutable smile.

This scene was filmed.

Not far behind Lu Jia and the others, in an inconspicuous white business car, a heavily armed man put down his binoculars and adjusted the angle of □□. At the same time, Zhou Huaijin, Lu Jia, and being pressed by a group of people The picture of the old man who was holding was posted and asked the employer: "Are you sure? We are going to do it."

The city of Yancheng, China, with a time difference of more than a dozen hours from the small town in Province C, was already dark at this time.

Zhang Chunjiu picked up the phone, listened for a moment without saying a word, suddenly raised his head, and said to Zhang Chunling in a deep voice: "Someone went to Donglai Company to look for him."

In order to conceal people, after they secretly sent away Zhang Donglai’s brothers and sisters, Zhang Chunjiu asked someone to pretend to be Zhang Donglai and haunt the company as usual. The staff on duty talks too much and it is not a problem to mix with the past. It can give people the illusion of business as usual in the "Chunlai Group"... as long as no one goes to look for him specifically.

Why did the investigation team suddenly seek Zhang Donglai?

Who the **** missed the wind?

The two brothers looked at each other for a moment. Zhang Chunjiu opened the curtains and looked out. The bright lights in the city were beginning to shine, and through the hazy mist, it was filled with joy, and it was a peaceful and peaceful appearance.

The tranquility gave him an ominous premonition.

At this time, someone knocked on the door lightly and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Dong, we have locked Zhou Huaijin. He has found an old man named Zhou Chao. He wants to ask you for instructions. Do you do it now?" /

Zhang Chunling took the mobile phone from him and saw that the photos from the mobile phone were very clear. The old Chinese was looking at Zhou Huaijin with a look of horror. His face was full of vicissitudes and earthy colors, but after many years, Zhang Chunling still recognized at a glance. Out of him: "It's Zhou Yahou's person who has been to Hengan."

Zhang Chunjiu grabbed the phone: "Why is he still alive? What have Zhou Junmao and Zheng Kaifeng been doing for so many years?"

"I don’t find it strange that Zheng Kaifeng is greedy for money and lustful, Zhou Junmao is indecisive, and the two are like brothers and they look good and divorced, and there is a woman of Zhou Yahou in between. Let them do it again.” Zhang Chunling said calmly, “It’s okay. I don’t believe they can have any evidence. I don’t believe what happened 40 years ago. What clues can they dig out, Dong What about coming or not? Which national law did you commit when sending your son abroad?"

Zhang Chunjiu set his mind: "Brother, you should avoid it first."

Zhang Chunling is noncommittal: "What about you?"

"My investigation is not over yet. I don't confess when I leave like this. I will leave to deal with the follow-up." Zhang Chunjiu said, "Don't worry, I can get out."

Zhang Chunling gave him a deep look.

"Big brother," Zhang Chunjiu said suddenly, not in front of the village and behind the shop, "I remember that year was also winter, you put me... you hid me in a bamboo basket with coals, it was all ash, I rubbed I have a black face, looking out from the cracks in the bamboo basket..."

Zhang Chunling's face changed and interrupted him: "Okay, what do you say about this?"

Zhang Chunjiu bowed his head, more than 50 years of wind and frost have cast copper skin and iron bones on him. He turned the clouds and rain, invincible, and the folds of the eyebrows that could not be opened briefly unfolded for a moment, he lifted from the clothes hanger He took off his coat, put it on Zhang Chunling's shoulders respectfully, and handed him the scarf again, saying: "Yes, what do I say about this? Brother, be careful all the way."

Zhang Chunling hesitated for a moment, took the scarf, and made a gesture to the man who was following him. Several people followed him and filed out silently.

Lang Qiao’s phone vibrated, and she glanced down. It was her father who asked her when this long class could be finished, and if she would have time to go with her parents during the Spring Festival. Relatives. Before she could reply, she saw the old teacher. The director came out with a bunch of keys and waved at her.

"Sorry, teacher," Lang Qiao hurriedly put his personal mobile phone back into his pocket, "this is a big Chinese New Year, can you please run this late at night."

According to Zhu Feng's testimony, Lang Qiao found the fourth middle school where the murdered art teacher Yu Bin taught before his death.

"It's okay. The children went on a trip. As long as we are the old couple, we will treat it as a dinner activity activity." The old director said, "Hey, it's been more than ten years. I didn't expect anyone to come and check The teacher’s case. It’s too miserable, what a nice guy, it’s sad to mention it—here, here it is."

Lang Qiao looked up and saw "Art Classroom" written on the door.

"In recent years, I have pursued the rate of entering a higher school. There are additional exams in physical education, which is still reasonable. Music and art classes are basically decorations," the old director said. The policy has changed, our school will not recruit'Meite', and the art classroom has become a visitor... Let me see if it is this key."

Speaking, the door opened with a "click", and a breath of lack of popularity came to his face.

The old director turned on the light, pointed to an oil painting of portraits on the wall, and said: "Look, that's what Mr. Yu painted."

Lang Qiao was stunned. She was a layman and couldn’t tell whether the painting was good or bad. She only felt that the portrait of the character was very realistic, so real that she could see it at a glance. Zhu Feng has exactly the same phoenix eyes and dimples. She is wearing a skirt and smiling at the outsider in the corner of her eyes, making people feel good at first sight.

There are labels attached to the oil paintings, with the title, author and date written on it.

It was painted by Yu Bin fifteen years ago, and the painting is called "Lover in a Dream".

To this day, the immortal smile in the painting is still the same, but the outsider has become a resentful and hateful woman.

"Here," the instructor opened a display cabinet and said to Lang Qiao, "Girl, come and see-is this what you are looking for?"

Lang Qiao hurried over, and the director showed her a certificate of merit: "Before the accident, Mr. Yu took the students to sketch. One of the students participated in a competition with the work at the time and won a prize. The certificate has an author. One copy, one copy for the instructor... Unfortunately, there was an accident soon after Mr. Yu came back, and there was no time to see this award. At the time, Mr. Yu’s lover was not very good, so he was sad when he saw what he saw, and this thing stayed behind. School."

Lang Qiao took it. The certificate was accompanied by a photocopy of the winning work. It was a very beautiful seaside scenery. Inside the certificate was a yellowed piece of paper, which fell out as soon as it was opened.

"This is written by a student. He has a very good relationship with Teacher Yu."

Lang Qiao put on his gloves and carefully unfolded the note, only to see that it read: "Facing the sea, spring blossoms, to commemorate the last trip to the sea with Teacher Yu."

Yu Bin had been to Binhai before his death!

Lang Qiao's pupils shrank slightly: "Teacher, can you help me contact this student?"