Silent Reading Chapter 33: Read aloud

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After a weekend of fermentation, the attempted jump from the sky above the sky broke up early on Monday morning. Fei Du hadn’t walked out of the parking lot. He had already been chased and intercepted by two rounds. Only then did he realize that he had changed. , Actually became an internet celebrity.

President Fei held a half cup of the cold "London Fog" and pondered for a while in his office. He felt that money could not be spent in vain, and people could not be red. The people in the marketing department made a special project on corporate social responsibility in the name of the company.

The secretary crackled his notebook and jot down his whim, before leaving, she had been trying to speak for a long time, her eyes were red, and she cautiously asked: "Mr. Fei, you said it on the sky. Are they all true?"

"Huh?" Fei Du flipped through his schedule and raised his head when he heard the sound, showing a teasing and conniving smile, "Of course not. There are suicide intervention experts who will prompt the line later, then This kind of occasion will not let me play it casually-you take everything seriously, it's too cute."

The blush of the secretary's eye circles immediately spread to his face, screamed, and turned away.

"Hey, wait," Fei Du called her with a smile, "Does the company need me to betray my hue meal today?"

The secretary who was wasted maternal love rolled her eyes: "No, we don't need this precious intangible asset for the time being."

"That's good," Fei Du immediately took off his suit jacket and closed his notebook, "Then I'll go out and call if something happens."

Half an hour later, Fei Du had picked up He's mother from the hospital and rushed to the city bureau together.

Wang Xiujuan was seriously ill after all, and she was not young anymore. After experiencing such a great tragedy, she was left in the hospital for observation for a weekend before she was barely discharged from the hospital to retrieve He Zhongyi's body.

The death of a young man from a foreign land conjured a major drug trafficking/drug case that shocked the whole country. Yancheng City Bureau had to set up a joint working group with the Commission for Discipline Inspection and worked overtime day and night.

In contrast, the murder of He Zhongyi did not attract so many people's attention. Only Luo Wenzhou, Tao Ran and Lang Qiao, who took over the case from the beginning, were responsible for the follow-up work.

The appearance of He Zhongyi's body has been sorted out, but it doesn't look as frightening as when he was found on the side of the road. His face was covered with the serenity that a makeup artist would force.

Several colleagues of Zhao Yulong and He Zhongyi came to help spontaneously, and Ma Xiaowei also showed up under the supervision of Xiao Haiyang and another policeman.

Zhang Donglai didn't know if he was under pressure or what, he showed up seriously in the middle, and saw Wang Xiujuan supported by Fei Du from a distance. His boss shook his head uncomfortably, walked over with hands and feet, and rushed stiffly. Wang Xiujuan nodded and said: "Auntie, I really didn't kill your son."

Wang Xiujuan took a half step back with some fear.

Zhang Donglai thought about it again, "But I did beat him..."

Fei Du gave him a cold glance, and Zhang Donglai rubbed his nose awkwardly. He closed his mouth and didn't dare to say more, and made a please gesture at He.

He mother Wang Xiujuan is very thin. Every time Fei Du talked to her, he would bend her waist a little bit, appearing extraordinarily gentle. He sent Zhang Donglai with a look in his eyes, and said in his mother's ear: "If you really No, I can handle the rest of the procedures for you."

Wang Xiujuan shook her head with difficulty. Then, she freed Fei Du’s hand and staggered forward a few steps. Suddenly remembered something, she turned around and asked, “Have my loyalty made any mistakes? Did he do anything? What bad things have you had?"

Fei Du lowered his eyelashes and stared at her. For a while, he said lightly and firmly: "No, auntie."

Zhao Haochang is very cunning, sensational shirk, secretly changed the concept of perfection, after listening to his statement, it only makes people feel that the whole society is a big mud pit, and only he is persecuted as a white lotus that is not stained by the mud. The ground is in full bloom.

Only by relying on Lang Qiao and the others to pull clues off the court, plus Luo Wenzhou's continuous deceit, can we get a little truth from his mouth and piece together a tattered ins and outs.

He Zhongyi came to the hustle and bustle of Yancheng from a remote mountain village with hope and pressure. He saw crowds of traffic and red men and green women, and teenagers and girls of his age entering and leaving the campus youthfully and walking on the street. All of them can walk directly into the street to take a shot.

And he just arrived, without relatives and no reason, can only live in the most broken house, stepping on the mud every day, accompanied by the smell of the sewers between work and renting, besides the depressed middle-aged people, he is a group of Bastards who don't learn well, get involved in pornography/gambling/drugs, there are all kinds of bastards.

He calculates the accounts in the book with his fingers every day, saves money and can't bear to waste a minute, always wants to do more, can pay off the money owed to others earlier, and treat his sick mother , Occasionally fantasizing that one day I can gain a foothold in this city.

He has admired a person since he was a child. Although he strictly abides by the agreement with the other party and never tells anyone his existence, he still can't help but want to get closer to him. Brother Fengnian was too frightened to avoid him. After thinking about it, He Zhongyi thought it might be because he was too poor. This is such a big Yancheng, and he is running around every day. Who is it easy? Of course, I don't want a poor relative who comes to fight the autumn wind twice a day. He had to carefully maintain basic contact with that person, greet occasionally, and then desperately save money.

Greetings are necessary, even if others don’t like to talk to him—because they borrowed money from others, there is no reason to break the contact.

He managed to save up the first sum of money. Twenty thousand yuan is not enough for young men to ruin a bottle of wine, but it is already the biggest savings in his life. He has to collect it very carefully, not to show it or let anyone see it, because there are always hands and feet around him. Unclean roommate. He Zhongyi always wanted to feel at ease with the money in his own hands, but Brother Fengnian couldn't get in touch with him, so he had no choice but to find Zhang Ting—he happened to see her next to Brother Fengnian.

He Zhongyi plucked up the courage to talk to her, stammering hoping to find out the whereabouts of the elder brother from her, but unexpectedly scared the girl.

Because a strange man with an attentive attitude is not terrible, the only terrible thing is poor and indecent.

The girl's fierce reaction evoked him a stinky beating, which was nothing, but the man was watching him, calmly pulling and dissuading him without raising his head, as if he had never seen him. Until that moment, He Zhongyi reacted with hindsight. Perhaps Feng Nian didn't really want to have a fellow like him.

They are not relatives or friends. They are more like a mud pip, thrown on their spotless white shirts, and they can't be washed off. Even if the other party gave him a new phone very perfunctorily afterwards.

He Zhongyi thought, wait for the money to be paid back, then stop contacting him.

One time when he was delivering a delivery, he saw Brother Feng Nian and his friends chatting and laughing not far away. This time, he took the initiative to avoid them and did not come forward to ask for suspicion. He accidentally heard that they were planning to go to one. The place called "Chengguang Mansion" warms up.

He Zhongyi's body was covered with a white cloth and was carried out. Wang Xiujuan's eye sockets were instantly bloodshot, and her knees softened and she sat on the ground. Everyone hurriedly leaned over, trying to stand her up.

Her turbid tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, soaked to the gray sideburns, and grabbed the cuff of a person next to her: "I taught him to treat others well and to be honest. Did I teach him wrong?"

No one can answer this question, so they have to be silent.

Wang Xiujuan's education level is limited, and the appraisal book is basically incomprehensible. Tao Ran had to wait for her to calm down and ask her to sit down, read to her one by one, explaining word by word, and after explaining one sentence, Wang Xiujuan nodded blankly.

She didn't cry, she just sat silently on the side, shedding long and endless tears.

Zhang Donglai lowered his head and rubbed against Fei Du's side, kicked the pebble on the ground with his toes, scratched his cheeks and said, "Fei Ye, Tingting asked me to inquire... Well, what the fuck! My second uncle Because of this, we need to be transferred and retired to the second line ahead of schedule. Will our family commit a Tai Sui this year?"

Fei Du looked at Wang Xiujuan a few steps away, and suddenly asked: "Did you find the gray tie?"

Zhang Donglai was taken aback: "What?"

"No need to look for it. That tie is now in the city bureau," Fei Du said. "There are blood stains of the victim He Zhongyi and your fingerprints. Someone reported it after they picked it up from your car."

Zhang Donglai opened his mouth and was dumbfounded for a long while, his rusty brain finally ran through the long arc of reflex, vaguely comprehending Fei Du’s words, he stretched out his hand in a dumbfounded manner, stunned from the front of his forehead. The hair that went out hit the back of his head, and he let out a short and powerful sigh: "Fuck!"

Fei Du patted him on the shoulder: "Let Tingting stop asking, stop the loss in time."

"Hold on, wait," Zhang Donglai waved his hand in a daze, "You mean...then who stole my tie and killed someone and fell on me? Do you mean that? ?"

Fei Du glanced at him without comment.

"No, it's impossible, isn't it? Isn't that interesting enough for me, Zhao Haochang? Why can their Rongshun law firm be able to catch up with your house? I still introduced them! Tingting brought When he went home, my parents had no objection to him. They treated him as a new uncle and treated him thoughtfully-what's wrong with me?"

Fei Du thought for a while and replied: "Puffing."

Zhang Donglai: "..."

Zhang Donglai used his limited brains to think about it for a long while, still in disbelief, and muttered: "It's impossible, I still think...Is Luo Wenzhou reliable? How can he..."

"If Luo Wenzhou is unreliable, you will be the murderer who is locked in it and waiting to be prosecuted." Luo Wenzhou himself did not know when he slipped behind them, and ordered Zhang Donglai, "Master, let’s have a snack. ."

Zhang Donglai was a little scared of him. When he saw Luo Wenzhou, his calves turned tendons first. At this moment, he said that people were being heard by the master, and he didn't even dare to let go of the fart, and ran away with a frightened look.

Luo Wenzhou slowly came to Fei Du's side, standing with his hand holding his hand, watching the life and death not far away: "What will she do in the future?"

"The boss of the Economic and Trade Building took the opportunity to catch up on the heat," Fei Du said, "I want to lead a'Village Lost Elderly Foundation'. The draft has been published, and it should be able to afford her future treatment and living expenses. But..."

But money can be given, but people can't come back.

Others can care for her materially, but no one can give her a son back.

"Right," Luo Wenzhou took out a few photos from the folder in his arms, "show you something."

The photo shows a pen in the evidence bag. The texture of the pen can be felt through the lens. There is an engraved "fee" on the cap: "One of Zhao Haochang’s collection, Isn’t it yours?"

He was expecting to see a little surprise from Mr. Fei’s face. Who knows that Fei Du only glanced at it and said without surprise: "It was him, I lost it on Christmas last year."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The date is exactly the same as Zhao Haochang's record, and what he didn't know was that Fei Du gave it to him.

"When I can't find something, I usually know where to put it after just thinking about the mental state before and after it." Fei Du shrugged, "I can't find it anymore, it's just that it was taken away by someone-but I went in and out that day There are a lot of employees and guests in my office, so I didn’t say anything for fear of unpleasantness."

Luo Wenzhou: "Don't you want to know what the label is?"

Fei Du shrugged, his gaze fell behind the pen photo-the lens was zoomed a little further, and shot into the corner of the floor lamp in Zhao Haochang's basement. The specimen-like tree lamp was quietly lit, like a distant time and space The eyes from outside betting will always follow the rural youth who changed their names that year.

"I don't think so much," Fei Du said. "You don't have to return it to me after the trial. It smells burnt and I don't want it anymore."

After setting up Wang Xiujuan, Fei Du didn't say hello to others, so he left quietly and drove straight to the outskirts.

It was just after the evening, and it was a bit cloudy. In the cemetery, there were towers of monuments, crows and birds flying low, the moist earthy breath reflected from the ground, and the sleeping dead watched the passing strangers.

Fei Du carried a bunch of lilies, and walked in his seventh year's footsteps, and came to a somewhat old tombstone. The woman on the tombstone is pale, her eyes are melancholy, with a fragile beauty, she never fades to look at him.

Fei Du looked at each other for a while, rolled up his sleeves, wiped the tombstone with a delicate soft cloth, then stretched out two fingers, kissed it lightly, and printed it on the tombstone for the first time. There was a smile of relief in front of her.

It seems that he finally pushed the coffin out of his heart and put it into the vacant grave, where the dust settled.

Luo Wenzhou watched him leave from a distance, then walked over like a thief, put down a handful of white chrysanthemums, and bowed to the woman on the tombstone.

He communicated silently with the owner of the tomb for a while, and was about to leave. Suddenly, his face became cold, and it rained in the suburbs without warning.

Luo Wenzhou didn't bring an umbrella, he gave a "tsk," and was about to run out in the rain with his arm covering his head. As soon as he raised his hand, there was a dark shadow on his head.

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback, and turned his head abruptly-Fei Du did not know when he went back, was holding his umbrella, looking at him with a complicated expression.