Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 906: The ninety-third bowl of soup (twelve)

The ninety-third bowl of soup (twelve)

Qing Huan is not very close to Meng Daxian and others. In her opinion, these juniors are quite cute, but there is no need to know each other. She will not stay here for long, and after taking what she wants Will leave, she has never missed the prosperity of the world.

The three consecutive deceased made Zhong Xun's mood extremely bad. He almost broke his leg for this case. Fortunately, the investigation results of the suitcase came out. This is an internationally renowned brand. This year's limited edition, there will be no more than 1,000 pieces in the world. The most important thing is that each box has a unique number. According to the number, it is possible to find out who the buyer is.

This may be the only good news.

Zhong Xun took Qing Huan to the buyer's place to investigate. He hasn't bought a car yet, because the traffic congestion in K City is famous all over the country. Driving to work in the morning is slower than walking, so Zhong Xun still rides a motorcycle. cool. He gave Qing Huan a hard hat, and then took off the coat to her and asked her to wrap it around her waist to prevent it from disappearing. No way, the skirt was too short.

Fast speeding all the way to the buyer's address, it is a high-end villa area, they were stopped outside and not allowed to enter, Zhong Xun took out his ID and threatened the security not to hinder the police, but he still compromised and parked the motorcycle outside. There was a motorcycle in the car, and it looked very shabby.

Zhong Xun took out his mobile phone and looked at the address: "23rd...23rd...it's here!"

In front of him is a three-storey European-style villa. Qing Huan pressed the doorbell, then grabbed the railing and looked inside. I feel that the people living here are very poetic, because the huge yard is almost full of flowers. In short, the overall feeling of this villa is very comfortable, and it is unexpected that there will be a murderer hidden in it. "Meng Xingzhen reminded you? Although the family bought the box, it's not necessarily the murderer. Remember to be polite when you meet someone later."

Zhong Xun is a rough man. He snorted to show that he knew, and thought I looked very rude.

If the members of the criminal investigation team knew what their captain was thinking at this moment, they would probably give him a grin. Is he polite? When did he not knock down people's doors? Professional kicking the door for a hundred years, his speech is mean and fierce, and the leader of others is too embarrassed to say that he is polite.

There is a room next to the door. After they rang the doorbell, a voice came from the speaker on the door: "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, we are the police, I need to ask your son about something."

Zhong Xun finds it troublesome for his speech to be sloppy. This iron gate looks good, but it's not very strong. He thinks he can kick it open with one kick - what kind of qualities can you use to solve problems with violence!

"Please wait a moment, I'll ask my wife."

Soon someone came out of the room, two adult men in suits who looked like villa security guards. The door was opened, one person continued to enter the room to watch the surveillance, the other person led Qinghuan Zhongxun on the way, not long after walking, a tall, thin middle-aged man in a tuxedo came over: "I'll just come here, you go down. ."

"Hello, I'm the housekeeper of the Wu family. My surname is Zheng."

Qing Huan also smiled at him: "Hello, may I ask... Is Master Wu at home?"

"You two will know when you go in."

Butler Zheng didn't say he was there or he wasn't there. Zhong Xun and Qing Huan looked at each other and walked for five minutes under his guidance before reaching the living room. There was a woman sitting with her back to them in the living room. Butler Zheng stepped forward and bowed: "Ma'am, I brought someone here."

"It's hard work." The wife stood up, "Hello, please take a seat, Butler Zheng, and go make two cups of black tea."

"Yes."

Zhong Xun is sitting on such a comfortable and soft sofa for the first time in his life. It's not that he has never seen a rich person before, but the Wu family is obviously too rich. Think about his dead salary of several thousand yuan a month now. Also riding a motorcycle, really more popular than dead people. Qing Huan was very laid back, she had stayed in a better place than this, and the Wu family was nothing to her. But this Mrs. Wu looks very attractive, gentle and graceful, her hair is in a bun with a green emerald hairpin on it. Although it is a European-style decoration, she wears a cheongsam, which outlines a slender figure. the figure to come. According to the survey data, she is in her 40s, but she is well-maintained. She looks in her early 30s at most, and has a very good temperament.

This is the lady.

So many flowers are planted in the villa because she likes it.

"Mrs. Wu, we came to see Lingzi today. I wonder if he is at home?" Qing Huan asked.

"Xiaofan has gone to the company, and he won't be back until noon. Comrade police, what are you looking for... what is it?" She was reading a book just now, when she suddenly heard the housekeeper say that a policeman came, and scared her at that time. arrive. She didn't know the virtues of the son she gave birth to. She always caused trouble and made trouble everywhere. "Did he get into trouble outside? Can you tell me? I just called him back."

"No, we just have a few questions for him."

Mrs. Wu nodded: "Then please wait a while, he will be back soon."

Although she said that, she couldn't help but look at Qinghuan and Zhong Xun, but neither Zhong Xun nor Qinghuan would tell her why they came this time.

About half an hour later, after Qing Huan finished drinking a cup of black tea, Wu Fan finally came back. He is a very handsome young man, and his naturally raised lips make him always look smiling, and his peach blossom eyes are very affectionate. As soon as he entered the door, he first gave his mother a hug, and then asked, "Mom, why are you calling me back in such a hurry? Dad won't allow me to leave."

Mrs. Wu was made to laugh by her son's coquettish behavior: "There are two police comrades looking for you, saying they want to ask you something."

Wu Fan turned his head and saw Qing Huan's eyes lit up immediately: "Such a beautiful police lady!"

Zhong Xun stood up without a trace and stood in front of Qing Huan. In his heart, Qing Huan was a simple and ignorant underage girl, so he felt that as a public servant of the people, he must protect her. "Wu Fan, right? I have something to ask you, can you speak alone?"

Wu Fan was stunned for a moment: "Of course, please in the study."

Wu Fan's study is very large, the bookshelves are full of books, and there are even a few books on the desk and computer. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, it's a bit messy. I was recently caught by my dad for an internship in the company. I don't understand a lot of things, so I have to crawl. You sit and sit."

He is only twenty-three years old this year, very young, and he still looks a little green. The survey data also shows that Wu Fan is a child who has not grown up. Although he occasionally gets tickets for fights and drag racing, these are all minor problems that are innocuous.

"Mr. Wu, is this box yours?" Qing Huan put the photo in front of Wu Fan.

"A bit familiar..." Wu Fan hesitated for a few seconds, "I prefer to buy things, and it's not very useful after I buy them, so I can't remember them clearly. It should be mine, right?"

"This box has a number, because it's a limited edition, and each number corresponds to a buyer. This box is indeed yours." Zhong Xun stared at Wu Fan, trying to see something from his expression. "However, we found it at a crime scene with a body in the box."

"Fuck!" Wu Fan's scalp tingled with fright: "You, what did you say? It's inside, it's inside—"

He waved his hands again and again: "It has nothing to do with me, I don't know! This box may be mine, but I haven't used it! I bought it because it looks good! I have a room for shopping. There are still many bags, boxes, etc. that haven't been opened, I really don't know! Miss Police, you can't wrong me! Although I'm not a good young man, I'm not a bad person!"

"Then do you know who can take this box without being noticed?" Qing Huan asked. "Your house has surveillance, can you let me call it out to take a look?"

"Of course!"

Wu Fan is very attentive. He may have been really frightened, so he fully assisted Zhong Xun Qinghuan in trying to prove his innocence. They called out the surveillance and looked at it, and it turned out that there was no record of entry and exit with the box at all. Even if the car can be driven directly from the garage, a camera is necessary to take out the box, but there is nothing in the surveillance video.

The result is no success.

No matter what Wu Fan was asked, he waved his hand and said he didn't know, trying to get rid of himself, like a frightened dude.

When leaving the Wu family villa, Mrs. Wu also invited them to come back next time.

Zhong Xun put the safety hat on Qing Huan, his face was not very good: "If it wasn't for Wu Fan, it must be someone related to him. This box can't grow wings and fly out by itself."

"But Wu Fan isn't willing to tell you the truth. Didn't you realize that? Although he kept talking about it, he didn't say anything useful." Qing Huan looked back at the Wu family villa. "Whether it is him or not, there must be inextricable connections with him. You can arrange team members to monitor Wu Fan, and maybe there will be something to gain."

However, when they returned to the police station, they learned that a fourth body had been found. This time it was a girl again, still with the same cause of death and scars, dumped in a large shopping mall.

"Is there any way to find this grandson immediately??" Zhong Xun was already mad. "He sped up the crime, why? It's only been a few days since the last deceased person? The child died within 24 hours before he disappeared!"

He punched Meng Xingzhen's desk and asked Meng Daxian, "Aren't you good at fortune-telling? Can you figure it out?"