Silent Reading Chapter 12: Yulian eleven

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Luo Wenzhou stared into her eyes: "The last name is Feng, is the full name "Feng Nian" or "Feng Nian Brother"?"

"I don’t know... it sounds like this. He has a little accent. I don’t know which word it is, and I don’t know if the last word is in the title or in the name." Zhang Ting Liushen said without a master. It was getting late, he suddenly jumped out, smiling very flatteringly, and said some inexplicable things, a bit like a neurosis, I have no company by my side, and I was a little scared, so I kept saying'don’t know’ and wanted to go around him..."

Luo Wenzhou asked: "When is this?"

"A while ago," Zhang Ting said, "A while ago there has been a mentally abnormal show/yin/eccentric around our company. Many people have said that they have seen it, and the boss dare not let us work overtime. Yes, but I happened to have something to do that day. I stayed for a while. At that time, there were few people downstairs. I was a little scared...or else I wouldn’t let my brother come to pick me up."

Fei Du thought of the delivery man he met in the coffee shop, suddenly a little puzzled, so he couldn't help but interrupted: "Next, did that person pester you?"

Zhang Ting nodded: "I saw my brother coming, so I wanted to bypass him and cross the road, but he didn't know why he also followed. I was a little panicked, so I ran a few steps nervously with a loud voice. I said, "Who are you, I don't know you." My brother heard them, and they might think he is a rascal, so they started."

Luo Wenzhou: "He Zhongyi—Did this person fight back in the photo?"

"No," Zhang Ting's gaze drooped, as if she couldn't bear it. "He just hid his head, and I realized that he looks quite small. Maybe I'm too sensitive, so I hurry up. Stopped my brother."

Fei Du gently raised his eyes: "Your brother...they? Who else?"

Zhang Ting said: "My boyfriend drove here. My brother drank a little that day."

Fei Du let out a "Oh", and then his face showed just the right sense of loss: "Why are good girls having boyfriends, who does it so quickly?"

At this time, Luo Wenzhou frowned, but didn't let him shut up.

Zhang Ting was a little blushed by his ambiguous sentence: "It's Zhao Haochang from Rongshun, don't you know him too?"

"Lawyer Zhao from Rongshun Law Firm?" Fei Duzhuang glanced at Luo Wenzhou over her seemingly inadvertently. "No wonder the lawyer came so in time this time."

Luo Wenzhou asked again: "After that, have you seen this He Zhongyi?"

Zhang Ting shook her head and looked at Luo Wenzhou Ai Ai: "Team Luo, my brother can't kill."

Luo Wenzhou's expression slowed down and said to Zhang Ting: "If your brother is really fine, we won't wrong him. Even if we are really unreasonable and want to pick someone wrong, we can't pick the old director's relatives. On your head? Don't worry, since your brother can't kill, then he can't have anything to do with me."

Zhang Ting listened to it, but it was of no use—because Zhang Donglai’s bear stuff was really not a fuel-efficient lamp. She said "impossible" in her mouth, but she didn't know much about it.

"Go in with them and make a transcript first." Luo Wenzhou said, "I will let Lang Qiao come, you can tell her the truth, it's okay."

His voice fell, Fei Du had already raised his foot and walked in front of Zhang Ting, beckoning to her like a child, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, I will be with you."

His virtue of taking care of other people’s sisters before and after the horse is just like he is the "brother-in-law". Luo Wenzhou is very uncomfortable with this decadent life of bourgeoisie, who just slaps girls with girls. He wants to sneer, but is afraid to stimulate Zhang again. Ting, had to give up.

Fei Du accompanied Zhang Ting into the city bureau. While making the transcript, he sat outside with a paper cup and waited.

After a while, Luo Wenzhou strolled over and sat next to him: "You people, you don't agree with each other, and you often find a lawyer, which makes us very passive."

"The lawyer was not the one I suggested," Fei Du said. Just when Luo Wenzhou was surprised that he actually used human words to justify a sentence, he quickly added a sentence that was not so human-like, "If Zhang Donglai really kills I don’t need to find such a useless lawyer to get him. I will give you another murderer."

When Fei Du speaks with Tao Ran, he is always healthy, law-abiding and positive. When talking to him, he is always gloomy and lawless. Anyway, it doesn’t seem to be true. I don’t know when he talks and when he speaks. truth.

"Believe that money is omnipotent," Luo Wenzhou's expression was cold, but his voice was lazy, and said in an attitude between jokes and seriousness, "you comrade's argument is very dangerous."

"It's not omnipotent, it's just because you don't have enough money," Fei Du's expression remained unchanged, and his voice changed, "Where is Tao Ran?"

"The courtesy fee always shows us the way," Luo Wenzhou said, "The way to show the way is open to question and cannot be used as evidence in court. I have to send him out to find usable evidence, otherwise the lawyer you brought in Will force us to release people later, shall we release or not?"

This passage of his words is unclear, it seems to be a cipher, if the wall has ears, you probably have to hear it in the clouds, but Fei Du knows that he is talking about the cigarette butts-although the cigarette butts were picked back by him in time, it will eventually return. It was something of unknown origin. Even if Luo Wenzhou was willing to trust him, the collegiate panel would not. The police had to follow this clue to find other traces.

"Even if I don’t touch it, you won’t have time to get it back. At that time, you won’t even be sure if that person is dead or not," Fei Du shrugged. "Someone told me,'Everything that happens in the world will stay. "Take a trace", but whether you can get it depends on the luck of both parties. Are you lucky this time?"

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback for a moment. The temptation, banter and vague tit-for-tat on his face immediately disappeared. For a moment, the corners of his mouth were even a little tight.

Luo Wenzhou subconsciously touched the cigarette in his pocket, remembered something, and put it back.

Suddenly silence fell between the two people. No one looked at anyone. They were just strangers sitting side by side at a distance of about one meter. They didn't know each other.

"The doors and windows are all locked, and there are no signs of forcible intrusion in all the rooms. The most advanced security system of that era was not touched at all." Luo Wenzhou suddenly said, his voice is very low, but his speech speed is very high. Quickly, it seems that these words have been recited many times, and can be said with a punctuation like a jingle.

"She put on makeup, changed clothes, and even played music. There was a sense of ritual at the scene. There was a suicide note placed on the desk beside her. After verification, the handwriting did belong to the deceased. The believer has an obvious tendency to depression, which is consistent with the antidepressant medication she takes daily. The deceased was an adult, and there was no major injury or illness that caused the body to become involuntary. There was no test in the body that could cause a coma. Drugs, and there is no resistance injury on the body—this is all the evidence we collected at the time. You are the informant. You contacted the scene earlier than us. Unless you want to tell me what evidence you concealed at the time, this is Suicide without a doubt."

Fei Du didn't say a word, his sitting posture looked very relaxed-with his legs folded, his upper body leaning forward slightly, one hand casually resting on his knees, and the other holding a hand that is no longer hot. My paper cup, slender fingers tapped on the mouth of the cup in a certain rhythm, as if the air was filled with a certain piece of music that no one else could hear.

"I said to you at the time,'Everything that happens in the world will leave traces. As long as it is real and there are no traces to support your ideas, no matter how much you believe it, it will be a bit of a fool in conjecture.' Fei Du, You may have some intuition, but we can’t do things by intuition. My intuition tells me that I can hit five million every day.” Luo Wenzhou’s gaze stopped on Fei Du’s finger, and then he used He said in an almost cold and objective tone, "And you know, there has always been a theory abroad that if a person wants to commit suicide, she might suddenly confess to her relatives in some way - you heard her confession at the time."

Fei Du's fingers froze in midair.

Luo Wenzhou stretched out his arm, took out the paper cup from his hand, and put it aside: "If you want to talk to me about that case, I still insist on my own judgment-but no matter whose judgment it is, it doesn’t matter. After seven years of death, the coffin was concluded. The relevant evidence has been annihilated. I would say that it is not good to say that she has been in elementary school after reincarnation. Living people can remember it, it is emotional sustenance, but if you don’t understand it, it is meaningless. ."

Fei Du maintained his original sitting posture, motionless, as if he had become a statue.

At this moment, Zhang Ting and the lawyer walked out side by side, Fei Du's gaze moved lightly, and a ray of vitality came out on the spot.

"I don't accept your conclusion, Officer Luo." Fei Du said.

Luo Wenzhou was not surprised when he heard these words, but just shrugged.

Fei Du straightened his clothes, stood up to meet Zhang Ting and the others, and looked down at Luo Wenzhou. There was no smile on his face, and his eyes were a little gloomy: "But your advice may not be unreasonable."

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback, but Fei Du put on his personable mask again after saying this, and walked with Zhang Ting without any further communication with him.

As soon as Fei Du drove the car door for Zhang Ting, he saw a police-licensed bus stopped in front of the city bureau. The driver got off first, pointed to the city bureau, said something, and then, a thin middle-aged man The woman staggered out of the car, her mouth open, her face mixed with fear and confusion.

She pressed her fingers tightly on the car door, and the cotton pants hung down along her two thin legs like hemp rods, shaking gently.

The driver turned his hand back and closed the door, half-handed and half-pushed, leading the woman to the Yancheng City Bureau.

The woman grabbed the hand of the person next to her like a straw, and walked a few steps tremblingly, then she squatted down slowly, let out a sobbing breathlessly, and then paused for a moment, howling hysterically Burst into tears. Everyone passing by stopped, and some even took out their mobile phones.

Fei Du frowned slightly, and heard the lawyer chattering with Zhang Ting: "Their so-called'major suspicion' has no evidence to support it. Miss Zhang, don't worry, I will stay here and stare. Time, they have to let others go!"

"He Zhongyi's mother suffers from uremia, and he is on dialysis all the year round. He is the only source of income in the family," Lang Qiao said quickly next to Luo Wenzhou, the woman's cry echoed through the city council very penetratingly. Lang Qiao frowned as if she couldn't bear it, "Can she bear such crying? She is already sick, so don't let anything happen again."

Luo Wenzhou didn't have time to reply.

The policeman from the other criminal investigation team ran over: "Boss, the Huashi District Bureau made a report. They wanted to transfer the '520' case on the grounds that the murderer was suspected of throwing the body and the crime scene was ominous. Give it to us."

"Boss, the call from Yancheng Media Online, I want to know if the news that we have caught the suspect is true."

"Team Luo, the lawyer brought by Zhang Ting, has been questioning our arrest procedures. We have insufficient evidence to detain Zhang Donglai, should we release people?"

"Luotouer..."

Luo Wenzhou stretched out his hand and pressed it down, suppressing everyone's babbles.

He answered the phone in the faint cry of He Zhongyi's mother: "Tao Ran, speak."

"Wenzhou, I got the 34th surveillance."