Silent Reading Chapter 8: Yu Lianqi

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Lang Qiao carried a folding umbrella and rushed into the city bureau office building in three steps in two steps, leaving a long string of wet footprints.

When she went upstairs, she was slipped by the floor and almost fell to the ground. She hurriedly grabbed the handrail in embarrassment. When she looked up, she just saw Luo Wenzhou coming down from the floor of the director's office.

Luo Wenzhou and her looked at each other, with a rare dignity on his face.

Lang Qiao stretched out his hand and twisted Liu Hai on his forehead: "Boss, what's the matter? I am a little panicked when you are so serious."

"Tao Ran and the little glasses in the sub-bureau, according to the clues given by He Zhongyi's roommate, inferred that He Zhongyi may have come into contact with a mysterious person before his death," Luo Wenzhou whispered, "It is said that for some reason, that person had He had a conflict with He Zhongyi during working hours, and later apologized and gave him the mobile phone."

Luo Wenzhou has long legs and walks fast. Lang Qiao has to trot all the way to keep up. After hearing these words, she felt that her brain was about to evaporate along the wet hair, and repeated it a little dazedly: "A little conflict? Just... gave me a cell phone? Then I clashed with people on the subway every day, why no one ever gave me?"

Luo Wenzhou rarely picked up her joke: "Tao Ran and the others re-examined the delivery point where the deceased worked, followed his delivery work route, and finally found a witness in the storefront of a chain coffee shop. Witness-Witness said that when He Zhongyi had delivered the goods and was about to leave, he did have a physical conflict with a person not far from the entrance of the store. The surveillance in the store happened to capture that person's license plate number." /

While they were talking, the two of them went outside the interrogation room, and across the one-sided glass, they saw a young man sitting opposite Tao Ran.

The man was in his early twenties, his hair was dyed linen, and he was dressed in a colorful brand. It could be seen that he was desperately suppressing his anger, and his hostility was about to spray out of the seven orifices.

"Yes, I may have beaten this silk, so what? I have beaten more people, but it really has nothing to do with me. If you don’t believe me, ask Fei Du, did I stay with him that day? Officer Tao, let me tell you, if it weren’t for Fei’s sake, you detained me like this, I’m the fuck...I’m early..."

Lang Qiao looked at the arrogant young man inside blankly: "This is the second suspect? Why did you bring him back to the city bureau?"

"On the night of the accident, the deceased once said that he was going to a place called'Chengguang Mansion', and the person inside was in Chengguang Mansion that day." Luo Wenzhou sighed, "This person's name is Zhang Donglai, a local man. The son of a prestigious entrepreneur."

"Oh, rich second generation." Lang Qiao blinked, "So what?"

Luo Wenzhou: "He is still Zhang Ju's nephew."

Lang Qiao: "..."

Not waiting for her to restart her dead brain, a policeman on duty ran over and whispered to Luo Wenzhou: "Team Luo, a man named Fei is here, and said to look for Deputy Tao."

Fei Du politely thanked the person on duty who poured him water, took a sip and put it aside--the coffee they poured him was instant, and there was a strange smell of sesame oil in it.

He looked around the interior decoration of the City Council, and felt that the taste was really worrisome, and it was shoddy. The paint ideas on the corners of the table were still there, probably freshly painted, and smelled carefully.

Luo Wenzhou walked in from the outside and saw Fei Du carefully examining the texture of their table. He frowned and his eyes were very gloomy--if the table was hollow, the Luo team almost felt that there was something hidden underneath. Dead body.

Fei Du raised his eyelids to see him, as if he were not surprised, and simply nodded at him: "Sit down."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

This kid takes this as his home!

Fei Du stirred the sesame oil flavored coffee with a plastic spoon, and asked: "Where is Tao Ran?"

"I'm busy." Luo Wenzhou drew out a pen and spread out the notebook. He didn't have any nonsense. He asked straightforwardly, "On the night of the 20th, the day before yesterday, are you here with Zhang Dong? Okay, let's talk about it."

Fei Du leaned on the back of the chair, slightly tilted his head, two long legs leaning over Erlang's legs arrogantly. Although the sitting posture is not called "not sitting", people feel that there is no place for him.

He looked at Luo Wenzhou with a smile, and asked: "Team Luo, am I a suspect?"

Luo Wenzhou gave him a cold look.

Fei Du spread his hands indifferently: "Then you'd better be polite to me, I am not a suspect, and criminal interrogation is not mandatory. I can go anytime if I am upset."

"Oh," Luo Wenzhou put his pen away, "you have to make you happy first, right? That's OK, let's talk about it, how to coax, should I sing you a song now, or go out and buy you a bag of sweets? "

Fei Du, who was issued a toffee card by Officer Tao the night before: "..."

The gust of wind and rain outside the window made the window mullions rattle, and two people in the room who disliked each other sat silently.

After a while, Luo Wenzhou might also think he was a little naive, so he sneered. He took out the cigarette case and knocked it at the corner of the table, just about the point.

"Mind," Fei Du opened his mouth without asking questions, "I have a little pharyngitis recently."

Luo Wenzhou said without a smile, "If you are dumb, you will not be far from world peace."

However, he put down the lighter, and turned the cigarette a few times between his fingers: "Zhang Dong said that he picked you up at the gate of Chengguang Mansion at about 8 o'clock the night before, and you didn't leave until midnight. , You can testify to him during this period."

"I arrived before eight o'clock and left at midnight. I did say hello to him at both times," Fei Du said lightly, "The activities arranged by the host are very'rich', if you say He has been within my sight. It is illogical, and you won’t believe it if you say it."

Luo Wenzhou tore the cigarette paper owingly: "Why, haven't you guys been fooling around all the time?"

Fei Du leaned forward with his elbows on the table, a scent of damp cologne swept by the rain rushing toward his face: "Because I don’t like sharing partners with other men. ——Team Luo, if you ask such a boring and pure question, I have to say goodbye to you."

"I can't tell that you are quite particular," Luo Wenzhou didn't raise his eyebrows, and ridiculed in an official manner, and then said, "In other words, you can't prove that Zhang Donglai did not kill at Chengguang Mansion that day."

"I can't, but someone can. If needed, I can let everyone who had contact with him that night come over within two hours. One person and one handbag should be enough for their running errands."

Luo Wenzhou poked the tip of the pen on the table: "You are suggesting to me that you are planning to use wealth transactions to forge personal identification?"

"Why, a few small models do perjury, will you elites still worry that they won't be able to get it out?" Fei Du shook his head, "No, I'm telling you why Zhang Donglai can't be the murderer."

Fei Du leaned back in his chair and moved away from Luo Wenzhou. He dragged his characteristic lazy tone and said, "If it is Zhang Dong, it is obviously unwise to do it yourself. He can find someone to tie the dead man. Going back, whether it’s illegal detention or secret death, anyway, there are migrants everywhere in the Western District, and countless people leave without saying goodbye every day. If one person disappears, no one will notice, and no one will pay attention to the police."

Luo Wenzhou heard his unruly remarks, and his palms were itching irresistibly. He wanted to pick up the scum surnamed Fei for a violent beating. So Xuan was able to hold it back, and the tip of his pen pierced the paper. In the face, "sizzle", leaving an angry mouth: "Murders are usually not'wise' when they start to kill."

"Oh, you said passionate killing." Fei Du paused, "Apart from the stunned person, are there other blunt injuries on the deceased?"

Luo Wenzhou: "Are you asking me or me?"

"It sounds like the answer is'no'," Fei Du said in a rather calm tone, "passionate killing, the murderer’s emotions are explosive, and the anger rises to the apex in an instant, and then usually bursts out afterwards. . A victim who fainted on the ground without the ability to resist, his head should be smashed into a rotten watermelon—strangled to death?"

He put his elbows on the armrest of the seat, his fingertips propped his chin, and laughed: "Strangling the other person is a long, enjoyable way of killing people, sometimes even with a little bit of'that aspect'. It means. A person who is so thirsty that his throat is smoking, would he sit down and "tasting tea"? I personally feel that this process is not natural."

Luo Wenzhou's face sank: "You think killing is ‘tea tasting’."

"It's just a metaphor," Fei Duweizhong shrugged lightly. "Zhang Donglai can't kill people. Even if he kills people, he won't throw the corpse. In the alley, this is analyzed from a rational point of view. From an intuitive point of view-Zhang Donglai's counselor who can't support the wall with mud is angry at best and scolds the street. He has no guts to kill."

Starting from sitting there with the surname Fei, only the last sentence sounds more human.

Zhang Donglai is the son of Zhang Ju's eldest brother. He is an old son. He has good family conditions and is not used to it. He is squeamish and useless. Luo Wenzhou has seen him several times and really doesn't think he has the courage and psychological quality.

As for other things, the police can only check it out. Fei Du can't ask anything, so Luo Wenzhou closed his notebook, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey." Fei Du suddenly called him from behind.

Luo Wenzhou turned his head, a small thing flew towards him, he subconsciously reached out and copied it, and found that Fei Du had thrown him a USB flash drive.

Fei Du said: "In criminal cases, there are several situations that are likely to attract public attention. First, the scale is large, such as terror/terror/attack, which is news; second, the methods are extraordinarily weird and cruel, or serial Events with urban legends such as killers are curiosity; thirdly, the victims belong to low-risk groups, such as students and office workers who live a regular life, and the middle class who keeps their own lives. This is a mass panic caused by the substitution of the victims; Fourth, we should focus on some long-standing social contradictions, such as social elite incidents involving public power, privileges, and lack of morality. This is the topic-your case does not touch either side, but you suffered from the beginning. Unusual attention."

The muffled thunder that was about to die was vaguely sounded from a very distant place, adding an endless ending to his words.

"After a short period of unusual attention, it is reasonable to say that people will soon lose interest in it, but at this time, Zhang Donglai is involved again." Fei Du stood up, walked to Luo Wenzhou's side, and passed by. Say softly, "Is it a coincidence or someone is arranging you?"

Luo Wenzhou's eyes narrowed.

"No thanks, I'm Chong Tao Ran." Fei Du picked up the umbrella, stopped looking at him, and left.

"Fei Du." Luo Wenzhou said suddenly, "Is it next week? Seven years have passed, and you should start again."

Fei Du ignored him, kept an even pace, and left without looking back.