Silent Reading Chapter 78: Macbeth (19)

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Fei Du had already gone upstairs, with a "click" as if the door was locked.

Luo Wenzhou sighed silently, forcibly pulled his attention back to the phone, and asked Tao Ran: "You said someone set fire to the Dong's family. What is the Dong's family worth burning?"

Tao Ran raised his head and glanced at Dong Xiaoqing’s devastated house. Strictly speaking, the situation is not very serious. The fire was in the living room. Most of the furniture was burned, the walls were smeared, and the carbon edge of the TV was slightly It’s a bit changed, but the entire TV wall and the surrounding cabinets are okay, and the real estate certificates and passbooks in the drawers are also intact.

"We checked the Dong's family three times before, including the websites visited by the Dong's father and daughter, the mailboxes and social tools that he logged in, and we also searched the room. This can still be missed, or the thing is genuine Very inconspicuous..."

Luo Wenzhou interrupted him: "No, this range is too big."

"...or the thing was not at Dong's house at all at the time." Tao Ran did not get angry because of the interruption, and calmly completed the following words, and then asked after a meal, "Your side Is there something urgent to deal with?"

Luo Wenzhou was speechless for a while.

Tao Ran is very empathetic and said: "Then hang up first, and I will report to you when I finish processing."

"Wait, Tao Ran," Luo Wenzhou said quickly, "This time, the complexity may be beyond our imagination. You must pay attention to safety when working outside. From now on, those involved in this case will never allow themselves to be alone. Action."

Tao Ran has been working with him for many years. Hearing his anxiety, he responded cleanly and "understood", and then hung up the phone.

"Vice Team Tao," Xiao Haiyang came up with red eyes, "It's paper. I think the prisoner's goal should be the paper products he used to light the sofa."

Tao Ran: "What about the reason?"

"The occupants of this kind of building catch fire, and the neighbors will soon report the fire alarm. Unless you are sure that the things you want to destroy are burnt, it is very likely that you will leave clues because of incomplete combustion," Xiao Haiyang said The speed of speaking quickly increased involuntarily, "In addition, Dong Gan’s education level is not high. I have been to his house a few times. Apart from a few small advertisements that I don’t know, there are no other books in the living room. The writing, painting and painting are all in Dong Xiaoqing’s study. The surveillance camera showed that the arsonist stayed for a full ten minutes after prying into Dong’s house. It didn’t take that long to light a fire. He must be searching. What..."

"After I found it, I lit it. When I was sure it was almost burned, I threw it on the sofa and lit the whole house." Tao Ran frowned, "Don’t you think it’s weird? Since this person can be unconscious I sneaked into Dong Xiaoqing’s house, can’t I just take what I want, why do I have to burn Dong Xiaoqing’s house? Make such a big move and still leave an image. Is this deliberately inviting the police to investigate the arson?"

Xiao Haiyang was taken aback, speechless.

"Ocean, this matter gave me the feeling that in the eyes of the other party, the thing in Dong Xiaoqing's hand was not a particularly great secret. He burned it out of mystery... This is a provocation to us." Tao Ran pointed to it. Pointing to his mobile phone, "Go and check, is it Dong Xiaoqing who texted you, or someone hijacked her number."

Xiao Haiyang stretched out his hand and held the phone, but his feet did not move: "Vice Team Tao, is Dong Xiaoqing really dead?"

Lang Qiao has sent photos of the scene to Tao Ran, and Dong Xiaoqing herself has reached the forensic doctor's hands. Tao Ran sighed and patted Xiao Haiyang on the shoulder.

"I...I have talked with her many times and evaluated her in private. She is definitely not the kind of person who can hurt people with a knife. Even if she has negative emotions, she is aimed at those who point to her father. People, I have never angered the family members of the victims of a car accident," Xiao Haiyang said, "She stabbed someone, and was immediately killed by the gangster. The family was burned at the same time. Someone must be manipulating it..."

Tao Ran slowly took Xiao Haiyang's phone out of his hand, and saw that the page Xiao Haiyang had read before stopped on the Internet news.

The assassination of Zhou Huaijin’s brother at the entrance of the hospital has been exposed. The report was only a short message, which simply named the dead and wounded and the murderer, but the onlookers used their imagination to add self-righteousness to this bizarre story. Reasonable cause and effect.

Xiao Haiyang's voice trembled a little: "She's not what they say, really."

"My master asked me a word before he was alive," Tao Ran returned the phone to Xiao Haiyang. "His old man asked me, "Do you believe in the truth and retribution is not good?"

Xiao Haiyang looked at him blankly.

"I said of course I can’t believe it. Isn’t this a feudal superstition? The old sayings are always contradictory. Sometime they say, “The law of heaven is clear, retribution is unhappy”, and the other time, “Good people don’t live long. I don’t know who to listen to.” Tao Ran smiled, “My master said,'You must be trusted, because you are a criminal policeman. When you are investigating the suspect, you are the law of heaven. The reason why this has become a feudal superstition is because You trash, because you can’t find out the truth, you can’t clean up the wrongs'-the words are rough and not rough. Let me encourage you, comrades. Start with the text message. If you have any ideas, share them and discuss them. "

Xiao Haiyang opened his mouth, helped his glasses, and quickly asked for technical assistance.

Tao Ran looked around the chaotic fire scene and sighed. I don't know if it was because of Yang Zhengfeng that he had just mentioned to the little glasses. He subconsciously took out the phone, hesitated, and turned on "Zero Reading".

The introduction topic of the latest issue ran into his eyes-"I have never seen such a gloomy and bright day-"Macbeth", contributor: Reciter."

"fm88.6" was Yang Zhengfeng's last last words. Only Tao Ran heard it in extreme panic. At that time, he didn't even have a work recorder. There was no evidence except for his chaotic memory.

After Luo Wenzhou raised the doubt about the underground passage, the police also conducted a routine investigation into this suspicious last word-the person in charge of the show and related staff were checked up, but nothing was found. No matter how you look at it, This is a small audience listening column that relieves boredom.

At that time, the investigation team concluded that the old man’s radio that Yang Zhengfeng was carrying fell out of his pocket during the fight, and it happened to fall out of this channel. Tao Ran may have accidentally heard the sound of the channel reported on the radio. In that case, a slight cognitive dissonance occurred.

Tao Ran didn’t give up. He followed the show alone for two months. He didn’t get anything other than re-editing the "Extracurricular Reading Expansion in Secondary Schools". He himself had accepted the argument of cognitive dissonance... If it weren’t for him So I developed the habit of listening to books, and found the id of the reciter in this boring pastime.

Reciters didn’t necessarily show up once a year before. Tao Ran always suspected that he was suspicious and might not have a problem with the book ordered by others--but three consecutive cases in the past six months have been faintly affected by a reading program that has nothing to do with it. The mapping, if it is a coincidence, it would be too coincidental.

After the fire, in the scorched living room, Tao Ran stared at the title for a full minute, and then fought a cold war gently.

On the other side, Luo Wenzhou hung up the phone worryingly and wandered around in the living room alone for a few laps. He decided to go upstairs to find Fei Du. When he reached the stairwell, he inadvertently lowered his head and saw the road leading to the basement.

Luo Wenzhou's footsteps suddenly stopped, and somehow he remembered Fei Du's description of their basement on the way to Heng'ai Hospital.

Luo Wenzhou's foot, who was about to go upstairs, turned a corner and walked down.

The stairs leading to the basement have a corner, so the light from above can't come down, and the environment gets dim. At the end of the stairs, a heavy anti-theft door was installed with a code lock.

Luo Wenzhou stared at the code lock for a moment, took out his cell phone and called Fei Du. It rang twice and was cut off. The master upstairs obviously didn't want to talk to him.

Luo Wenzhou opened the password input keyboard and observed it for a while, and found that there was also an alarm connected to it-that is to say, when someone tried to forcibly break into the door or enter the wrong password, the whole villa would sound like a ghost crying wolf howling alarm. .

"Maybe the sirens can shake off the quail upstairs. Anyway, it's a bit more civilized than me kicking in."

Luo Wenzhou had such a bad idea in his heart. Although the injury on his back was not in the way, it was quite painful. He didn’t want to do the physical work of kicking the door today, so he stretched out his owed paw, entered the six-digit number on the code lock, and then quickly Blocked his ears.

After waiting for a while, the expected alarm was silent. The indicator light on the security door flashed twice, and with a click, it slid away by itself.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He put down his hand that was blocking his ears and stared at the security door in front of him incredulously. Only then did he realize that he had just entered the date of the accidental death of Fei Du's mother.

Luo Wenzhou never thought that he would be lucky, so he tried to open the password by mistakenly hitting the ground by mistake, and he was dumbfounded for a long time, he staggered upstairs, and then beat Fei Du. A phone-this time it was simply turned off.

"Then don't blame me," Luo Wenzhou murmured, "all silence is acquiescence in me."

He straightened his feet and walked into the most mysterious corner of the house, facing the cold and humid atmosphere of the underground, turning on the light, and then he was stunned--

There is no desk mentioned by Fei Du in the basement. It is very empty. The ground, walls, cabinets, ceiling... are all pale, and there is a luxurious projection device in the middle. The screen is as large as a small theater screen. Large, facing the screen is a recliner with straps on the chair, a computer, a bunch of complicated devices that don’t know what to do, and a small freezer next to it.

Luo Wenzhou had a cold sweat on his palms for no reason, and gently pushed open the small freezer. There were a few small medicine bottles in it. The instructions were all in foreign languages ​​from an unknown country and couldn't understand it.

I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that he smelled a faint smell of blood.

What did Fei Du do here? !

Luo Wenzhou's heart rate soared to one hundred and five in an instant. After a while, his mind was blank, almost frozen in place, and 10,000 bees flew around his ears.

For a long while, he lightly bit the tip of his tongue, shook his head vigorously, looked around, and thought: "No, no, there is no murder weapon here."

With Fei Du's stupid body, it is impossible for him to do something with bare hands.

Luo Wenzhou tried to calm down, and then took a closer look at the chair with straps, the heart hanging in his throat "hula" hit his chest again, Luo Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief--he found himself startled. , The **** the recliner is a seat belt type, you can buckle it and untie it yourself. If you really use it to do murder and dismemberment, I’m afraid it’s not very easy to use.

He stretched out his hand and touched it on the leather recliner, took pictures of the inexplicable instruments and medicine bottles, and quietly sent them to Lang Qiao, asking her to find out what it was.

With a headset hanging on the back of the chair, Luo Wenzhou picked it up and put it close to his ear, turning on the audio-visual equipment in front of him.

First, the soothing sound of "up" flowed into his ears along the headphones with excellent sound quality. Luo Wenzhou had never realized that this song was so good to listen to. He was feeling hysterical when he was feeling that electronic equipment is expensive. Suddenly, Luo Wenzhou's scream pierced the music without warning. Luo Wenzhou's mental quality was so good that he could not help but shiver.

At this moment, the big screen on the projection suddenly lit up, and he raised his head suddenly--

The above is broadcasting a live video of a murder. It was uploaded by a perverted murderer abroad a few years ago. The murderer has already taken a needle to meet the foreigner's god. The video has also been cleaned up by the authorities, but it is still circulating on the dark web. The victim in the video screamed like a dying animal. The screams and singing were intertwined in the headphones with amazing sound, like two whips that lashed the soul.

Luo Wenzhou unbearably pulled off the headphones and fast-forwarded, followed by videos of beheadings, shootings, videos of extremist group members abusing prisoners and hostages, **** pictures...

Luo Wenzhou's mobile phone tuned into a vibrating "buzzed" abruptly. He was so excited that he almost smashed the phone to the ground. When he picked it up, the sound was all wrong: "Hello?"

"Boss, where are you? Is it convenient to talk?" Lang Qiao asked in a low voice, "You won't break into the'treatment and withdrawal center' of which black workshop, right?"

Luo Wenzhou frowned: "What treatment withdrawal center?"

"I asked someone to see the photos you sent," Lang Qiao said, "It's an electric shock device. Those medicines have vomiting, tranquilizers, and some other..."

Luo Wenzhou couldn't hear the words behind her.

Fei Du can vomit dehydrated blood, the trembling of his hands that can't stop before, repeating the song...It seems that he has an explanation.