Silent Reading Chapter 25: Yulian Twenty-Four
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Wang Xiujuan, female, Han nationality, 48 years old, with a bachelor’s degree in elementary school, is the mother of He Zhongyi, the victim of the "5·20" case.
Her husband died in an accident ten years ago, and he himself was seriously ill and was basically unable to work. He usually lived on a small amount of hand-made baskets and a minimal rent of two acres of cultivated land. Before arriving in Yancheng, she had visited The farthest point is the Provincial Hospital.
I came to Yancheng for the first time in my life, when my only son was separated from her.
Other than that, there is basically nothing particularly worth mentioning about her.
As for whether there is happiness, anger, sorrow and joy, whether there have been any expectations and desires in his lackluster life, it is impossible to test.
"Continue to investigate suspicious vehicles passing near the city bureau-can the phone be determined?"
"Team Luo, her mobile phone is in the trash can not far from the entrance of the Municipal Bureau."
Luo Wenzhou picked up the walkie-talkie, opened his mouth and put it down again, speechless—yes, it's a big Yancheng. For her, except for the mysterious person who abducted her, it was also fraudulent and sales promotion. Will call her number.
He increased the accelerator a little bit grumpily: "Because of what? What is the motive of the murderer? Can there be so many afterthoughts to kill a person temporarily? To be honest, I am a little skeptical of your reasoning now—in addition, if The murderer is Zhao Haochang. Why did he throw the corpse in the Western District? If you want to blame Zhang Donglai, wouldn’t it be better to throw the corpse directly at the gate of Chengguang Mansion?"
The person next to him did not answer. Luo Wenzhou swept away and found Fei Du was in a trance. He stared at the road through the front gear without blinking, except for the fingers that had been tapping his knees at 4/4 for a long time. I haven't moved.
Luo Wenzhou unceremoniously stretched out his hand and pulled him: "Hey, talk to you!"
Fei Du: "..."
President Fei has grown to such a big age, no one has ever dared to touch his Jingui's head-just touch it, or the "slap" touch.
For a moment, he seemed to be at a loss as to how to react. He turned his head and stared at this bold human, his eyes a little grim.
Luo Yiguo stares at him every day and plots to murder him, so Luo Wenzhou doesn’t care about this “ray”, and still asks himself: “Is it possible for the one who threw the corpse in the Western District to kill the murderer He Zhongyi? Not alone?"
Fei Du's eyebrows moved lightly. Just when Luo Wenzhou thought he was in a new round of distraction, he cherished his words and said: "Yes."
Luo Wenzhou: "Which possibility is more likely?"
"It depends on if there are any other clues." Fei Du's upside-down biological clock seemed to be on the right track-finally feeling a little sleepy. He lowered his head and squeezed the bridge of his nose hard, "Only I know. In the light of the situation, both possibilities make sense."
"When the body thrower and the murderer are not alone, there are too many possibilities," Luo Wenzhou said, "then let's not discuss this first. If the body thrower is the murderer, then what is the logic of his tossing the body in the Western District? ?"
Fei Du opened his eyes, and his original medium-sized double eyelids were torn two layers thick by him, and they were heavily pressed against the eye sockets.
He thought for a while, and said calmly: "It was deduced before that the murderer and He Zhongyi should know each other. Your police usually investigate the victim’s social relationship as soon as possible, so he probably has Risky. Especially some of the things he carefully concealed may be unearthed in the process-why throw the corpse in the West End? You can think about it the other way around. If the corpse was not found by those selfie fans, then... it's very likely. Will not be discovered."
He may be like Chen Yuan, even if the body is exposed to the public, it will eventually be untouched.
Faidu paused, and then said: "And in the event of an accident, the first'firewall' fails, and the body is still found. The police began to investigate this case according to the usual thinking, then set the second The firewall of the Dao—is Zhang Donglai. Zhang Donglai has had conflicts with the deceased in the near future. It belongs to a “shallow social relationship”. On this person, then stop and slow down the excavation of the deceased’s other social relations. Due to Zhang Donglai’s special identity, whether you are investigating him or shielding him, you will be full of baggage if you don’t get it right. Wrangling is enough for you. There is still time to explore, who else does a country boy know?"
Luo Wenzhou is silent--their investigation is really this way of thinking.
Fei Du moved as if uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, absently looking at the fast-rewinding scenery outside the car window, the circling overpass was drawn out by the rows of street lights with a winding and elegant panorama, Huashi East District was already far away The ground revealed the clues of the fire tree and silver flower that never sleeps. I don't know if it is his illusion. This evening, the huge LED screen on the "Sky Curtain" promenade in the East District was brighter than usual.
Luo Wenzhou glanced at him and suddenly asked: "Are you okay?"
Fei Du asked blankly: "What can I do?"
Luo Wenzhou thought for a while, and pointed out bluntly: "Then why are you so kind to me all of a sudden?"
Fei Du was speechless for a moment: "I'm sorry Team Luo, I don't know you prefer a rougher way."
After that, the two of them fell silent at the same time, and both felt that there was something wrong with this.
Fei Du thought to himself: Am I getting enough?
It took a while for Luo Wenzhou to react slowly, and that little **** actually teased him casually!
I still used a sarcasm!
"Calculate the psychology of the case-handling personnel and abduct the person in the city council. If you don't consider the possibility of the gang committing the crime, I think this person must have a criminal record." Fei Du turned his head and stared intently at the approaching flower market. East Side, pretending to be amnesia, reversed the subject.
"What kind of criminal record?"
"No one has been discovered-only the crime buried in the soil can give birth to this kind of narcissistic and crazy arrogance."
A long string of police cars rushed into the central business district, and quickly divided into several routes, focusing on the vicinity of Chengguang Mansion, the central square and the places where He Zhongyi had delivered goods.
"Damn it," Lang Qiao's voice came from the intercom that was severely disturbed, "Is President Fei also there? I said, do you usually have so many night owls in the middle of the night?"
Fei Du is also inexplicable, except for the bar street and private clubs at the back, usually at this o'clock, no matter what, it is rarely so lively even on weekends.
"Wen Zhou," Tao Ran came in. "The monitoring brothers found a suspicious car with a trademark on it. It should be a relatively informal private car rental company. They have just looked for this The person in charge of a car rental company found that their business is very irregular, and the registered ID card and the person can’t be matched--"
"Who owns the registered ID card?"
"He Zhongyi." Tao Ran sighed, "About fifteen minutes ago, that rental car drove into the Eastern Central Business District...his..."
A noise broke out in the surroundings without warning, which suddenly interrupted Tao Ran's voice.
Luo Wenzhou parked the car on the side of the road, and when he came down, he saw that the "sky curtain" suddenly became a piece of light, and then burst a huge countdown card: five minutes.
The "sky curtain" itself is a huge LED screen, half on the building next to it, like a blanket that flows down, forming a huge corridor parallel to the ground at a height of about three stories above the ground, with upper and lower sides. There are pictures-whether in the central square or the surrounding tall buildings, you can see the unfolding picture scrolls.
Someone on the walkie-talkie explained: "Boss, it is said that there is a rehearsal for the closing ceremony tonight at the venue. The viewing platform on the Economic and Trade Building is the best viewing spot. All the LED screens here will also be broadcast live."
"Love whoever," Luo Wenzhou said, "How is the investigation done in several key areas?"
"There is nothing near Chengguang Mansion. I asked several security guards. They said that they didn't see people. If the monitoring is not available, they said it is a private area. We need to check and get the formalities."
"There are too many people in the square, we are asking one by one."
"Several cafes are closed, and there is no one nearby-let's go around his usual delivery route."
"Team Luo, we haven't been able to find that car yet. We are expanding the scope of our search."
Luo Wenzhou’s ears filled his ears with a rush of reports, and he quickly sorted out the priorities. He was about to open his mouth to deploy, but he saw Fei Du suddenly get out of the car, with a terrifying expression. His gaze was fixed on the countdown card on the sky screen above his head-it was already four minutes and forty seconds.
Luo Wenzhou was taken aback: "What's the matter?"
"To attract attention by suicide, the movement must be very large, usually in a landmark place or a place with a lot of people." Fei Du slowly opened his eyes. See it, it’s too late to stop?"
Luo Wenzhou raised his head abruptly. There are many tall buildings in the Central Business District of the Eastern District, row upon row, pointing straight to the sky, looking up from below, almost a little dizzy, the background of the countdown card has sudden and falling firework patterns, and flowers are clusters of flowers. Constantly grind the narrow and cramped time.
"There are seven or eight super high-rise buildings here, and the ordinary buildings are innumerable..." Luo Wenzhou grabbed Fei Du's shoulder, "Which building will she be on the roof?"
Fei Du's face was so ugly that it was painted with a pale paint.
Luo Wenzhou immediately realized that he had asked an unreasonable question-Fei Du was not a god.
He grabbed the walkie-talkie and ran over to the most conspicuous economic and trade building with his long legs: "Pay attention to all groups, and start investigating all the roofs immediately!"
Fei Du has a strong feeling that something terrible will happen when the countdown is over.
For a moment, he stood there blankly.
Luo Wenzhou didn't even care about the door of the car, and the people were gone. But in less than five minutes, what can they find?
For a time, the woman’s face with tears and a smile flickered in front of him, becoming a glimpse of light, and it gradually stretched out, threatening to connect the other side of the distant time, extending into that summer, luxurious and lonely In the big house——
At this moment, a sharp braking sound blew his mind back. The detectives who had gone to Chengguang Mansion to search for no results arrived. Tao Ran rushed out with a large group of people, and Tao Ran rushed quickly. The walkie-talkie said something, while instructing everyone to split up.
The countdown card is four minutes, three minutes and fifty-nine seconds--
Fei Du suddenly picked up his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number: "It's me, is the ownership of the "Sky Curtain" promenade in the Economic and Trade Center? Find me Mr. Li, come on!"
The bar street is brightly lit, as bright as daylight, and many fun seekers listened to the gimmick of the light show and came to the central square with colorful cocktails and happily followed the countdown. The burnt-out police officers shuttled through all the tall buildings under the gorgeous lights-when the elevator was too late, they had to run up the emergency stairs to the top of the building. After running to the top floor, I held up my flashlight and searched for a while. No, I turned around and searched for the next building...
The woman is standing on a high place, and the person who sent her has left, maybe looking at her somewhere?
She felt that the person was a bit familiar, but she didn't go deep into who he was. The familiarity comforted her.
Even though it was summer, the wind on the roof of the building was still cold in the middle of the night. She glanced down. From the bird's eye view, the flashing led screens and laser lights in the central business district made her dizzy.
"How much electricity does this cost?" she thought endlessly.
When she was at home, in order to save electricity, she sat in the yard at night. She was blinded by the moonlight when she washed. She could not turn on the light without turning on the light. She had never seen this in person. The extravagant night.
The woman glanced at the countdown on the big screen again: one minute and five, one minute and four...
She bent down with difficulty, and picked up a big sign from the ground. The outside of the sign was full of her "grief", and there were two sturdy cloth straps on the inside that allowed her to carry it on her back like wings. Back.
She didn’t know if it fell from such a high place, and the sign would break, so she still hid a suicide note in her pocket-it was the person who printed it out for her, as for it. What, she can only take a look at it. The little bit of reading and writing she learned when she was a child has almost forgotten.
The minutes column of the countdown card quickly became "zero", and the number of seconds was rapidly decreasing.
The woman gritted her teeth, carrying her "wings" of grievances, stepped across the guardrail——