Silent Reading Chapter 167: Edmund Dantes (38)

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"Glasses! Ocean! Do you have a car in your hand...Come to the airport with me, immediately, immediately!"

Lang Qiao hurriedly summoned Xiao Haiyang--it was not so easy to find a student who had graduated for more than ten years. The dean of education wore reading glasses and turned the student roster for a long time. The teacher who taught this student back then, retired and resigned, could only inquire about it round and round. After more than an hour of phone calls, it was almost midnight when he finally contacted the art student himself.

The art students are at the airport, preparing to travel with their family, which is said to be a night flight.

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang flew over and rushed into the McDonald's that they had agreed with in advance.

The fast food restaurant after midnight is crowded with tired passengers. It is very quiet. Some people sleep with their bags and close their eyes. Most of the people who are still awake don't talk to each other very much. They play with their mobile phones and computers. It's like a static space. Xiao Haiyang was dragged all the way by Lang Qiao, panting and becoming a sick dog. Every step he stepped on the ground was as heavy as a ramming. It alarmed several sleeping backpackers. He was watched angrily all the way, and finally he was in a corner. Found Yu Bin's student.

Ten years ago, the high school boy was already an adult. He stood up after the new year, with a moustache on his lips. From the cost of wearing, he can see that his financial condition is pretty good.

"Can you take a look at the ID?" The man was polite and polite, but he was very cautious. First, he asked for the IDs of Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang, and carefully checked the anti-counterfeiting signs against the light. The work permit came back, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, civil rights." Lang Qiao took out the certificate and note of the painting she got from school from the bag, "Are these two things yours?"

"I drew the painting that won the prize." The man lowered his head, turned it over with nostalgia, and looked at the photocopy on the certificate for a moment. He smiled bitterly and said, "This is an immature work from the student days. , But the inspiration at the time was really abundant... The coastal place is very special, the sea is so open, but I don’t know why, it makes people feel desolate and empty, especially in the evening when the wind blows into the crevices of the reef, and it keeps crying with people around. Like, gloomy and lonely."

The two materialists, Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao, knew the details of Binhai. After listening to his very literary description, they shivered together.

"I was almost in the third year of high school. It is reasonable to say that I should concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination for professional courses. I went to Binhai to play for two days with my classmates and draw something to practice hand skills. I didn’t plan to compete. But after I finished the painting, the effect was unexpectedly good. Teacher Yu liked it very much. I strongly recommended me to sign up. I didn't want to get any ranking. I didn't expect to accidentally insert the willow... The note was also inserted after I took the prize back." When the man said this, he was silent for a while, and shook his head with a dim expression, "In fact, I sometimes wondered whether the coastal area...is it a bit evil like the folks say? I'm not superstitious, just Sometimes when I see this painting, I always feel that there is an ominous atmosphere in it."

Lang Qiao took out his notebook: "Do you remember how many of you were there with you? How long did you stay in Binhai?"

"Um...Four or five people, me, the teacher, and a few high school kids, all of them are'Meite'," the man said, "The time should be on the weekend, and school is very tight, except on weekends. There is no other time. I remember that we stayed there for two nights...We should go on Friday and return on Sunday."

"Do you live in Binhai?"

"No, there were no people there at the time, and there was no place to stay. We lived in a farmhouse nearby-even if it was nearby, it actually took more than half an hour to drive there. We rented it there. I got a car, took the shots during the day, and went back to the farmhouse to rest at night."

Lang Qiao hurriedly asked: "Did you meet strange people or strange things when you were painting in Binhai?"

The man looked up at her and opened his mouth, but he answered the wrong question: "Officer Lang, in fact, the reason I promised to be here waiting to see you today is because someone asked me the same question before."

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang were taken aback at the same time.

"Sorry, it was because of this that you carefully checked your documents before," the man said, "After Mr. Yu's accident, more than a year, it should be when I was in my freshman year, someone came to me. Male , Very tall, middle-aged, claiming to be the policeman handling the case of Teacher Yu-I don’t know how to describe it, but I feel a little scared of him inexplicably. Dare to look in his eyes."

"What did he chat with you?"

"At the time, he said he wanted to ask me a few things related to the murder of Teacher Yu. I was surprised that the murderers of Teacher Yu were caught, and what else to ask? But that person said, some It’s not as simple as it seems on the surface. He suspects that Teacher Yu was murdered, and it was related to the Binhai we had been to before."

Xiao Haiyang asked: "What's the name of this policeman?"

"It's Gu Zhao."

Xiao Haiyang shivered with his elbows and knocked over a Coke cup on the table. The ice cubes spilled over the table. His expression was indescribable: "What did you say?"

"Gu Zhao——'Golden Sword' Zhao, if I remember correctly, it should be by this name. What's wrong?"

Xiao Haiyang’s fingers trembled unconsciously: "Can you... Could you please describe more carefully, what does he look like? Is he thirty-five or six years old, a little thin, about 1.75 meters..."

"I don’t know how old you are, but I think I should be a bit older, and my height is more than 1.75 meters," the man recalled carefully for a moment. "My college entrance physical examination was 1.79 meters. I am tall, and when I stand in front of me, it makes me feel oppressive, with a square face and a very contoured face. Why, do you know? So is he a fake policeman?"

Following his description, Xiao Haiyang’s expression changed a few times, at first he was at a loss, and then a faint anger rose up-this is not Gu Zhao, more than a year after Yu Bin was killed, according to the time calculation, Gu Zhao has been wronged and died. , Someone dared to pretend to be him and go out to bluff!

For a moment, he felt as if the cleanest part of his heart had been defiled. If he had hair on his body, Xiao Haiyang might have exploded into a ball of hair, and his clenched fist "clapped" coldly. Say: "No, he is fake, what did he ask?"

"Like you, he also asked me in great detail who was there at the Binhai party, how the itinerary was arranged, if anyone met on the road, and if anything special happened. I said I didn’t. Remember, the man thought for a while, and then asked me, "Have your teacher Yu Bin go out alone at the time?"

Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao looked at each other-by the way, if Yu Bin was killed, it really has something to do with his visit to Binhai, so why are the students with him unscathed? Criminals do not have the bottom line of the principle of not killing minors, so it is likely that something happened to him when he acted alone.

"When he said that, I remembered it, and it did. The night before we were going to leave, because we had negotiated, we set off early the next morning and returned. After dinner, Teacher Yu specially asked everyone to pack their things. At this time, a girl suddenly said that she could not find the camera. We helped her to recall carefully and thought that she might have fallen in the viewfinder. The camera was regarded as a valuable item in the hands of the students. Teacher Yu immediately took care of it. She went back to find it. Because it was too late at the time, he didn't take the students, so he drove there by himself and drove the car with someone on the road. I only found out when I saw him go to check out the rental car the next day. The self-proclaimed Gu Zhao... …"

Xiao Haiyang interrupted him suddenly: "Don't call him by this name."

The man and Lang Qiao were both taken aback. Xiao Haiyang came back to his senses and lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, but he is not Gu Zhao. Please don't call him by this name."

Although he tried his best to be polite, his words were still very blunt. Lang Qiao was trying to make a round, but the man was very understanding and said clearly, "Oh, I got it, so he pretended to be A highly respected policeman, right? Then I say "fake policeman"."

When Xiao Haiyang heard the word "high morals", he didn't know what it was like for a while.

"The fake policeman asked me who the teacher hit. I don't know. I was not there. I just heard the teacher say that it was dark and he was a little distracted. He suddenly rushed out of a car. He didn't react at the time, and accidentally slashed the door of the other person's car. However, the other party should be of high quality and didn't say anything. On the contrary, the teacher was in trouble. He had to catch up and gave the other party contact information. When the time comes, the person will send him the receipt for repairing the paint. For this matter, the accident was resolved peacefully. Teacher Yu is not an unreasonable person."

Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao looked at each other.

Xiao Haiyang: "Remember the other party's license plate number?"

"Ms. Yu may remember, but he wouldn't tell me specifically." The man spread his hands.

This is indeed true. Xiao Haiyang couldn't help but feel a little lost, but Lang Qiao said: "How do you know that the man who asked you for questioning was a fake policeman?"

"But..."

"When I was leaving, I remembered one more thing. I wanted to go back and tell him, but when I turned around, I found that the man’s face was gloomy and terribly different from the kind and amiable just now. At that time, the school was anti-fraud Propaganda, I suddenly felt a little worried, so I asked him for a work permit-but I didn’t have any common sense at that time, and I couldn’t see the authenticity of the documents. The point is, “police collecting evidence usually involves two or more people working together, and you should be careful when you encounter single-handed people.”

Lang Joe: "What did you want to tell him?"

"It's painting." The man said, "Mr. Yu is a very hardworking person. He doesn't leave his sketchbook. He will draw anything when he sees it touched. That time he went to Binhai and his sketchbook just ran out. There are a few pictures. I drew it on paper...I asked for the outline of the farmhouse courtyard or something. When I left, I found out there was a sketch of a man and a woman. I haven’t seen these two people, I guess Maybe it was the person he bumped into when he went out that night."

Xiao Haiyang: "Do you still keep the painting?"

"Ms. Yu's relics, of course, are still preserved."

When Luo Wenzhou received a call from Xiao Haiyang, the little glasses were a bit incoherent.

"We're downstairs at his house, let's get evidence now!"

Luo Wenzhou sighed: "Did you thank you guys?"

Only then did Xiao Haiyang remember that this student of Yu Bin was planning to leave Yancheng on the night flight. He quickly turned around and said to a man with luggage: "This... won't you miss your plane?"

"My plane has already taken off." The man shrugged, "My wife will accompany our parents and go there first."

"That..."

"It’s okay. I’ll see if I can change the booking. If the ticket is tight, I’ll just go out and play. You won’t die if you don’t go there. But if there are other secrets in the case of Teacher Yu, after you close the case, can you? Give me a call and tell me?" The art student said, "Ms. Yu is very good to us and can do something for him. Whether it is useful or not, I feel at ease. I think he should live a long life. ."

Luo Wenzhou turned to look at the monitoring of the interrogation room. A criminal policeman was interrogating Zhu Feng's case about Yufen Middle School.

"You pretended to be a school worker and misled Wang Xiao with the recording. Who instigated it? Do you know what you are doing?"

Zhu Feng didn't answer, just sneered.

"You said that your purpose is to find out where Lu Guosheng and his hiding place. Okay," the detective said, "but do you know that this incident caused the death of a boy? Not only did he die, but he died without the whole body! "

Zhu Feng looked at him blankly, and the corners of her mouth were pulled very low by two decree patterns.

"Since you are following Wang Xiao, don't you know what the child has experienced in school violence? Not only did you sit on the sidelines and use her?"

Zhu Feng flattened the corners of her mouth and said coldly: "Isn't she still alive?"

"What did you say?"

"A dozen knives, Dabin was stabbed more than a dozen knives...none of them, don't you all look on the sidelines?" Zhu Feng's voice was hoarse, "She's not dead, what's the hypocrisy?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't know why, he was stuck in his throat by these words. He exhaled foul air, took a cigarette and walked out of the monitoring room. He touched all over his body and found that he had forgotten to bring out the lighter.

At this moment, there was a "click" next to him, and a small cluster of flames emerged and passed it in front of him.

Luo Wenzhou tilted his head, Fei Du did not know where to find a lighter, and asked him: "Is it right?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He choked for a moment, waved his hand silently, and put the cigarette back. At this time, his mobile phone shook and Xiao Haiyang sent him a picture. Luo Wenzhou opened it and found that it was a pencil sketch, the paper had been yellowed, and the picture was clipped in a plastic clip. It was well preserved. It shows a man and a woman, and in the corner is the date and Yu Bin's signature.

The painting was very vivid, Luo Wenzhou sighed after reading it: "Su Hui, there are..."

"The head of the Chunlai Group." Fei Du took a probe.

A dozen years ago, when Zhang Chunling and Su Hui were going to Binhai in the middle of the night, they were bumped into by art teacher Yu Bin who was going back to find something for the students.

What are they going to do?

Is there a girl's body in the trunk?

Did Su Hui always act as the liaison between Zheng Kaifeng and Zhang Chunling. After Yu Bin ran into him and Zhang Chunling, to be on the safe side, Zheng Kaifeng’s liaison talent was replaced by Yang Bo’s mother Zhuo Yingchun?

Luo Wenzhou banged his fist heavily on the wall: "A painting...this is ridiculous, and we can't even prove whether this painting was painted by Yu Bin himself or on what occasion. The prosecutor’s office was opened by my own father, and it is impossible for him to issue an arrest warrant for me based on this thing... Feiye, what's so funny about it?"

"Maybe I have something you can use." Fei Du said.