Silent Reading Chapter 115: Verkhovinsky (Twenty-five)

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The dining table was smashed by a Luo Wenzhou from the sky for no apparent reason. The tall and thin red wine bottle was tragically stricken, and it shook two heads and fell to pieces.

The strong and sweet wine smelled with a powerful crusade, and the whole restaurant was soaked in it. The stunned people had to regain their sanity for a while, and started to pick up the mess.

"Where are your shoes?" Luo Wenzhou asked first, then remembered--when Fei Du was dragged all the way from the hallway back to the living room, the slippers seemed to have been thrown off. He was rather embarrassed and waved his hand with a dry cough. Sweeping the glass shards, while complaining, "Don't wear shoes to hide away...It's not clear to say, just gnaw on the mouth, no name, take advantage of me, hooligan."

Fei Du retired to the corner, his eyes swept over Luo Wenzhou's tight back and back, arms folded in front of his chest: "I am not a hooligan, I am the son of a sadistic man. I might get sick in the future. Will prevent you from talking to others, prevent you from going out alone with your friends, fill your cell phone and car with location-tracking bugs, or maybe lock you in the basement to prevent people from watching. I want to let you Are you afraid of eating it?"

Luo Wenzhou wrapped the broken glass together, then wrapped it into a soft and harmless ball with tape. Hearing this brazen rhetoric, he laughed very relievedly: "It's just you? Stop blowing-- Go get a rag."

Fei Du stared at him for a moment, walked around the red wine soup in a place, picked up the rag, felt that the heart that had just been cut out with his own hands was so empty, like a huge rock bursting open, countless secret, depressive, The distorted and deformed thoughts all resemble small worms living under the rock, rushing out in a mess, revealing their bodies invisible to the sun in the light.

Fei Du handed the rag to Luo Wenzhou, but when he reached out to take it, he did not let go.

Luo Wenzhou looked up at him, and saw the light reflected in Fei Du's glass-like eyes, vaguely, it seemed to be warm and alive.

Then Fei Du pulled a piece of rag transformed from torn long trousers, and finally nodded and admitted: "Well, I like you."

Battered mountain bikes that were battered all around, the old game consoles that he grew up with, the drawer that once hid a kitten, the skewers with too much chili noodles, a year in the cemetery Once flowers, countless mocking quarrels... Now that I think about it, those old things are like a golden thread threaded together, outlining the vague outline from the heavy black fog of memory, according to his past and later.

Luo Wenzhou felt as if he had been waiting for this sentence all his life. He squeezed the corner of his mouth without a smile, and then suddenly pulled the rag without a word and flung it to the ground. Extending his arms and rushing his hands in the sink, without wiping, he swept Fei Du's waist and dragged him away.

It's good to not wear shoes, so I don't have to throw them off again.

As for the peach-faced restaurant floor...Anyway, the glass **** is cleaned up. Don't be afraid that Luo will step on it in a pot, just do whatever else is needed.

Luo Yiguo manages everything every day. He has to get up three or four times every night. It has to patrol the territory and make up a supper. The schedule is very busy. Today's short nap was over, and the cat had just jumped out of the door of the second bedroom, and he saw that the door of the larger bedroom was ajar, and there was still light inside.

It moved its pricked ears lightly, taking small steps to check what was going on in the territory, but was attracted by the weird smell in the restaurant halfway through. Luo Yiguo cautiously sniffed the red liquid on the floor a few times, and couldn't help licking his sticky paws. Generally, cats and dogs have a keen sense of smell and are afraid of tobacco and alcohol. It turned out to be an alcoholic among cats. He licked it and found that the taste was quite satisfactory, so he immersed himself in the taste.

Suddenly, it heard someone make a short and impatience "ah", and then the cat remembered his mission, and he braced his neck with difficulty, and was about to follow the sound. Unexpectedly, he walked away as soon as he lifted his leg. After a few steps hitting the ground, it bumped into the side of the sofa and fell down motionless.

On Christmas Eve, once a year, it is like an old candle wick, which is not long enough.

The water vapor adsorbed on the glass windows quietly condensed in the night, forming a white frost.

Fei Du didn't know which soul or soul was still haunting the subconscious. He couldn't distinguish the real illusion. He was awakened in a sleepy trance. His consciousness sank and floated again and again, and he returned to his place after shaking for a while. , Opened his eyes and found that the bedside lamp hadn't turned off yet-Luo Wenzhou was staring at him next to him.

Seeing that Fei Du could not sleep well, Luo Wenzhou finally reluctantly turned off the faint light, and kissed him lightly on his forehead: "Go to sleep, tomorrow I will go back to work overtime, you can rest, don't wake up early with me. "

"It's as if you can get up early..." Fei Du thought to himself. Before this mockery could be spoken, the drowsiness of going back and forth had softly engulfed him again.

He seemed to hear the faint piano sound, and there seemed to be a slightly thin woman with her back facing him, sitting in front of a clear window, a large amount of sunlight fell on her, as if she was about to melt her figure. As if entering, she skillfully pressed the keys of the piano, playing some rusty tunes.

The next day, the great team of Luo really lived up to expectations. They were full of joy and sorrow, and got up late again—because the mobile phone alarm was turned off at some point, and the artificial messenger didn't call him.

Fei Du has moved the hangover Luo Yiguo back to the cat litter, took a dozen wet wipes to clean the floor and cat's paws that were soaked with alcohol, dressed neatly, and read the news on his mobile phone, while he was very "surprised" I returned what I said last night: "Didn't you let you rest? You don't need to wake up early with me, I didn't want to call you."

Luo Wenzhou held his toothbrush in his mouth and pointed his **** at him.

President Fei happily watched how the brazen man said and slapped his face, and then drove him to work without complaint.

"Right," Luo Wenzhou sat in the passenger seat, swallowed the last bite of the egg roll, and drew a paper towel to wipe his hands. "I just remembered that the last time the'Picture Album Project' was launched was thirteen years ago. In the second year after Gu Zhao’s accident, will the album plan have anything to do with him?"

"If Xiao Haiyang was telling the truth, and if Gu Zhao was indeed tracing Lu Guosheng’s problems back then, it is very likely." Fei Du said, "'There is more than Lu Guosheng', I heard Come, it is likely that he had traced Lu Guosheng's traces at that time and found other wanted criminals in his possible hiding place. The'Louvre' is likely to be one of their dens."

"Well," Luo Wenzhou paused for a while before he said, "I'm just wondering something."

"Huh?"

"In general, except for some very special circumstances, when we go to investigate and collect evidence, we must at least have another colleague with us. Tracing the whereabouts of a wanted criminal involves neither insiders nor secrets. There is nothing that can’t be fair. Check, if Gu Zhao was framed, why would he be framed single-handedly?"

Did anyone tell him before he went to the Louvre that day?

Or he actually notified someone, but that person betrayed him?

The haze between Luo Wenzhou's eyebrows and eyes flashed, and then he changed his voice and asked: "I haven't asked yet, how did you block Xiao Haiyang yesterday?"

"I didn’t block him. He had a bunch of keys pinned to his waist. He sounded differently from others when he walked. When I was about to go out, I heard him coming. When your short talk started, I saw Xiao The ocean came in with the drops of water on his hands. Within ten minutes before and after, he would not urinate frequently at such a young age, right? There was no one at the time, and I felt something was wrong, so I hid in the sanitary ware place by the way."

"Where to put the sanitary ware?" Luo Wenzhou was taken aback-no wonder Xiao Haiyang didn't notice anything, "Then how do you know his lock screen number?"

"Guess, once someone borrowed his office computer, the password he reported was this," Fei Du said casually, "Xiao Haiyang is a person with a strong sense of mission and a strong obsession. He usually uses certain A number with a special meaning is used as a password, and usually there is only one set-like Tao Ran, it is relatively simple. His password, I guess, is basically a combination of birthday, name, or phone number; Xiao Qiao works for work, and plays for fun. , Public and private are very separate, so the work computer password and private password are definitely not a set. I guess that the passwords for her office computer and work account are the office number or siren, or a combination of the two."

Luo Wenzhou asked curiously: "Then guess what the password of my salary card is...what are you laughing at?"

Fei Du glanced at him: "I'm fine, why should I guess the password of a bookmark?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He feels inexplicably that when he wakes up, this treatment is "returning to before liberation"! The **** who opened his mouth and closed his mouth to hurt him, "It's better to sell fried dough sticks," and "Old man" has clearly been gone for a long time, and now he has come back silently!

Sure enough, sweet talk and thoughtfulness are all pretending to coax people, all to covet him*!

The whole street is full of the atmosphere of the approaching New Year. Businesses are vying for promotion. Christmas red and capitalized "Happy New Year" are flooded in the happy city. Small shops are filled with "Jingle Bells" and "Happy New Year". The music sticks together indiscriminately, like a round of singing one after another. The shallow layer of thin ice on the road has been shoveled away by the sanitation workers who got up early, and the traffic is very brisk-even if working overtime on Saturday is very painful.

Whether it is overtime content or overtime itself.

Luo Wenzhou played with Fei Du all the way. Before his smile faded, he saw a middle-aged couple at the door of the office. Looking at her face and dressing, I'm afraid the house is not full. The woman has freckles on her face, has a sharp voice, and the man is slightly fat, with some shoulders and necks, and her face is sullen with a gray briefcase.

"No, our children have said it, that is nothing. The children in their class are not sensible, they will spread falsehoods and spread rumors, and we don’t care about making such a big school. Our children are fine, and we never speak nonsense. "The woman spoke quickly, her pointed palms kept making rejections, "Comrade police, don't listen to wind or rain in the future, just call people for questioning, how bad is the influence in the unit, no? I know, I thought we had something on the stand!"

Tao Ran hurriedly chased it out: "Can you let the kids come and talk to us for a few words..."

"I can't come to the Public Security Bureau. You have to come twice?" The woman's voice suddenly increased, causing an echo in the corridor, "That's a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, not a thief or a robber, now I’m still scared and sick. If something happened, will the public pay for it? What is this saying! What about your leaders?"

Tao Ran opened his mouth, feeling that the words behind him were not very good. Lang Qiao knew it, and quickly stepped forward and said: "Sister, do you think she should be checked in the hospital..."

"What to check? Why do you want to check?" The woman seemed to be irritated by her words. She put her hands on her hips, her neck stretched two feet, as if ready to grow a hard beak at any time, pecking a hole in Langcho's skull. , "What do you mean? Hey, you are a little girl yourself, why do you spit someone? What fame is this spreading, it’s not you who dare to love..."

The man gave her a sullen face and pulled her aside: "If you say no, then there will be no, don't talk nonsense with them, get busy, let's go."

While talking, the middle-aged couple has already rolled out like a gust of wind.

Tao Ran wiped his face, walked helplessly, and slapped his hands at Luo Wenzhou: "I see it, that's it. Except for insignificant bystanders, others either get a lawyer to come over and challenge you, or this is the attitude. ."

"This is not the parent of Liang Youjing, the girl who took the lead in bullying, I don't think it looks like the school manager, or who is in their group?"

Tao Ran sighed: "That's Wang Xiao's parents."

Luo Wenzhou was a little surprised, and then frowned again-why is the victim’s parent more anxious to clear it away than the perpetrator’s parent?

"On Wang Xiao's side, the child answered the phone and refused to show up. The parents denied that she had been assaulted at school and had just come over early in the morning to make a fuss. Old Luo, if this is the case, you can collect evidence. It's difficult."

In Yufen Middle School, if you have to whitewash the peace, it can be said that it is a small conflict between students. If there is no incident of Wang Xiao who was dragged into the boys’ dormitory as explained by Xia Xiaonan, the city bureau's criminal police would be quite weak to intervene— -The beating didn't break you. Even if you were beaten, the injury can't be identified now.

Personality insults are not easy to collect evidence, even if the evidence is conclusive, you can’t take a group of half-old children. At most, criticize and educate, and then put those students back where they came from. Perhaps the person involved had experienced persecution and fear that seemed like a dark sky, but judging from the legal ruler of an adult, it was such an understatement of a "trivial matter".

Now in this matter of collective sex/aggression, the perpetrators have made up their minds to shut up together under the sway of the lawyer, but the victim is silent and resolutely refuses to admit what he has suffered.