Chapter 3 Julien II

Near Nanping Avenue is the hardest hit area in the morning rush hour, and the congestion period is from 6:30 a.m. to 10:00 p.m.

Senior white-collar workers who go to the central business district of the East District often meet with little e-donkeys running around in the streets.

The road conditions in the Western District are particularly complicated. The roads are wide and narrow, and the road is wrong. Local residents’ private construction is common, and man-made dead-ends are everywhere. Motor vehicles that stray into them are like bugs stuck in cobwebs – they have to rush left and right for their lives before they can see the light of day again.

Luo Wenzhou stuck his head out of the car window, let the siren blare, and shouted: "Handsome guy, we're doing business and we can't make it through. Could you please move the BMW at the door?"

An old man walked out of the courtyard of the small bungalow next to him.

Era

The scooter was pushed into the courtyard.

On the left side of the old-age scooter, "Only for picking up grandchildren" and on the right side, "The more you rush, the slower I will be." As he walked, he barked loudly. Luo Wenzhou raised the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose in surprise. Looking down, it turned out that a big dog jumped out from behind the scooter.

The big dog sneaked up to the police car, glanced at him, and blatantly raised his hind legs at the wheel of the car.

Luo Wenzhou gave it a whistle and said kindly, "Piss, little darling, cut your little jījī out of it and eat it."

This way of eating is really curious, and the big dog has never heard of it. He was shocked by the senior hooligan atmosphere of Police Officer Luo on the spot, and ran away with his tail tucked in with an "Ouch".

Lang Qiao covered his face with his tablet: "Head Luo, did you notice that there is an unmarried young woman in the back seat - the branch office has sent the existing information."

"Please tell this female comrade objective information briefly." Luo Wenzhou slowly stepped the police car out of the open alley, "Ignore the subjective assumptions, Wang Hongliang's grandson will be flattering, and the flower market branch is not right. The lower beams are crooked, they are all parallel imports."

"Oh, the deceased's name was He Zhongyi, male, 18 years old, migrant worker, working as a deliveryman in a chain coffee shop. The corpse had a groove-shaped dent on the neck. The cause of death was suffocation...that is, he was strangled. Preliminary speculation is that the murder weapon is something like a soft cloth strip. The time of death was probably between 8:00 and 11:00 last night, and the specific situation has to be further confirmed by the forensic doctor-oh, yes, the body is in the deceased himself. It was found not far behind the group rental house, so the identity was confirmed immediately."

Luo Wenzhou's driving skills were extremely high, and he used a millimeter-sized cao to drive through dangerous narrow alleys. He also smirked and asked, "How did the rumors about robbery and chokehold gangs come about?"

"It is said that the property of the deceased was looted, the mobile phone was gone, and the wallet was emptied and thrown aside, but it is unclear whether the murderer took it away." Lang Qiao quickly scanned the email, "By the way, report the crime. People said that there was a piece of paper covering the face of the corpse, with a small piece of adhesive tape on it, which happened to stick to the hair of the deceased, with the word 'money' written on the inward side."

Tao Ran turned off the navigation: "Turn right ahead and you'll be there."

"Well," Luo Wenzhou tapped on the steering wheel, "this case is under the control of the sub-bureau, and it hasn't been transferred to the city bureau. Do you know what we're here for?"

Lang Qiao asked tentatively, "Guide supervision?"

Luo Wenzhou: "Do you know what kind of people used to 'instruct and monitor'?"

Lang Qiao suddenly realized: "Eunuch!"

Tao Ran turned from the co-pilot and glared at her.

"Young women in your village are in this state of mind?" Luo Wenzhou grinned like a toothache, "Aside from that, I'm serious - Bureau Zhang will have to retire in a few years, and several deputy bureaus are around him in age. The rest are either not qualified enough, or like Director Zeng, who is immersed in technology, and no one pays any attention, so it is very likely that some people will be brought up from various regional bureaus at that time."

Luo Wenzhou let go of a small pile of rubbish lying on the side of the road and lowered his voice: "The old director wants to get rid of things like Wang Hongliang when he is in office, so as to save the city bureau from having a wine bag and rice bag to be the leader in the future—the main task of our visit. What is it, understand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the police car had already turned the intersection.

It was an open space sandwiched between the old bungalows and the group of small bungalows that went in and out. It was very desolate. It was just behind a small warehouse built by the people. A new stench.

The police have circled the scene, and forensic doctors are busy in and out, investigating the scene.

In order to wait for Luo Wenzhou and the others, Wang Hongliang, the person in charge of the Flower Market Branch, personally sat on the scene.

He was a middle-aged man who thanked him on his face. His two sad brows were so sparse that he could barely make out the traces. His forehead was dripping with sweat. The leaders of the city bureau even asked a few people to make a special trip, and I am too embarrassed."

Luo Wenzhou smiled pleasantly: "Brother, why are you still seeing me outside?"

Wang Hongliang had a good relationship, and his work was slack. Hearing his words, he immediately climbed up, changed his tune to call Luo Wenzhou a brother, and complained endlessly about his new "old brother".

Luo Wenzhou took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and handed it to Wang Hongliang. At the same time, he winked at Tao Ran and asked him to take Lang Qiao to see the scene first.

"A crime committed by an acquaintance is definitely a crime committed by an acquaintance." Wang Hongliang and Luo Wenzhou talked a cigarette lightly, and then he got down to business, his tiny eyes rolled around, "Look at this place, it's complicated, and it's impossible for outsiders to come in. If you can't find Bei, if you fart in your own house, neighbors can smell what you ate at noon, how can outsiders dare to kill at will? Brother Luo, you are an expert, do you think this is true?"

In this sensitive period, the last thing Wang Hongliang wanted to see was a robbery and murderer wandering in his jurisdiction, so he desperately wanted to rely on "acquaintances commit crimes and personal grievances".

Luo Wenzhou didn't answer his words. He took off his sunglasses and pinned them to his neckline. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the busy forensic doctors.

"Who doesn't eat a meal?" Wang Hongliang sighed and spread his hands, "Let's go, let's go over and take a look."

The newly formed "Fan Fan Duo" walked into the scene side by side, and saw a young man with a flat head and glasses spitting out to Tao Ran and Lang Qiao about the situation. The young man was very tall, with a pimple on his face, his posture was straight and stiff, like a coffin board cut out to the shape of a human, and he spoke at a terrifyingly fast speed.

"This is our new Xiao Xiao, Xiao Haiyang," Wang Hongliang pointed out and introduced. "He is a top student. When he was admitted, he came first in the written test. Xiao Xiao, this is Team Luo from the Municipal Bureau."

Xiao Haiyang subconsciously raised his chest and raised his head, making a movement similar to "standing at attention", his jaw tensed, nodding nervously at Luo Wenzhou, and greeting him in a taciturn, "Captain Luo."

"You're welcome," Luo Wenzhou smiled at him, "Go on."

Xiao Haiyang, who had just been taciturn, seemed to have flipped the switch by his words, and the pouring words rushed out of his mouth in an instant, drowning all the people in front of him: "There is no struggle on the deceased body. He suffered contusions, but there were traces of being hit by a blunt object on the back of the head. Preliminary judgments showed that after being knocked unconscious from behind, he was suffocated to death by strangling his neck with a soft cloth belt. A note was put on it. Because the deceased was strangled to death in a coma, there was no trace of struggle left at the scene. The soft rope that strangled the deceased, the blunt object that hit the head, etc. were not found, and there is no definite evidence at present. Indicate that this is the scene of the crime, and the report is complete!"

It was fine at first, but as soon as the last sentence came out, Wang Hongliang's face immediately turned green: "What are you talking about without evidence? This is not the scene of the crime, could it be a case of throwing a corpse? Why should the corpse be left here, what's the benefit? Don't make assumptions and disturb the audio-visual!"

Xiao Haiyang glanced at him blankly: "I just said there is such a possibility..."

Wang Hongliang was about to have a seizure, but Luo Wenzhou reached out his hand and stopped him: "Children who have just worked have many ideas, so it would be interesting to listen to them more."

He raised his head and glanced around at the surrounding environment. The entire west area of ​​the flower market felt gray, and the messy wires were heavy on the top of his head, cutting the rare sunny day in Yancheng into pieces, which was very depressing.

"Look around and inquire more, maybe someone has heard something," Luo Wenzhou said, "Also, I think Wang Ju's general direction is very accurate. Let's ignore the extreme situation first, and use acquaintances to commit crimes as the direction of detection, old man. Brother, do you think this will work?"

Although Brother Luo was not a good visitor, his style of speaking and doing things was in line with Wang Hongliang's wishes. The two sides hit it off, which greatly saved communication costs.

The next step is endless investigations and visits. These are all tasks of the sub-bureau to urge the detectives and have nothing to do with "technical guidance". Their main task is to go back to the sub-bureau's office to sit and drink tea, monitor the progress of the work at any time, and wait. Grab Wang Hongliang's pigtails.

Tao Ran said to Luo Wenzhou in a low voice, "Boss, go ahead, I still want to walk around the neighborhood with them."

Tao Ran's name is Wenjing, and he has a handsome face. He has never blushed with anyone, and never swears. He treats comrades and enemies the same way. He looks very talkative, but Luo Wenzhou has been working since he graduated. Working with him, know him too well.

Tao Ran had a kind of stubbornness and stubbornness that was out of tune with the times. He didn't care much about other things. Anyway, Luo Wenzhou was holding on to it when the sky fell, but in the case, if there was any doubt, he would chase it down to the end—regardless of whether he was responsible or not. of.

Luo Wenzhou: "The deceased was knocked unconscious from the back. If it's really a robbery, if you can't commit the crime and then come back and strangle the person to death, there may be a lot of personal grievances. Wang Hongliang's basic judgment is correct—what's the problem with you?"

The body had already been put into a body bag and was carried away by the forensic doctor, Tao Ran said softly, "It's the shoes—no one cleans here, and if you're not careful, you'll step on the mud, but I just took a look at the body bag. Corpse, that child's shoes are very clean."

Luo Wenzhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Of course, it is also possible that the deceased lived nearby and was more familiar with the environment." Tao Ran said, "but I still think that the small glasses from the precinct are right, and it cannot be ruled out that this is not the first scene. In addition, it is pasted on the deceased's head. The piece of paper that came with you is also very strange, Wen Zhou, in case this matter is not that simple, I am afraid that the Wang Bureau will be in a hurry to cover it up and will not investigate it carefully."

"Is there any reason to be afraid?" Luo Wenzhou sighed. "He clearly wants to cover up."

As long as there is a general suspect, Wang Hongliang can immediately issue a statement with his official seal, saying that this is a case that is suspected to be caused by personal grievances, not some "throat killer" that is alarmist on the Internet, and there is no gimmick. Boringly forgot, when the limelight passed, they could say, "The Flower Market District Bureau has made outstanding contributions to the successful holding of a certain event in our city".

As for the case, find a few small criminal policemen who are running errands to investigate slowly, and if they find it, they will be arrested.

Wang Hongliang's way of doing things is this style, otherwise Zhang Ju would not have specially punished him.

Tao Ran said, "No matter what the reason is, if a child comes all the way to us and dies in a foreign land, we have to give him a replacement."

Luo Wenzhou tilted his head and stared into his eyes for two seconds.

Tao Ran quickly added another sentence: "I just don't want to go and have a look at it, I promise not to make mistakes."

Luo Wenzhou smiled: "Anyway, for so many years, the branches you have grown outside of the festival are all covered by me, and I haven't seen you make a promise."

Tao Ran didn't care, and scolded with a smile, "Fuck you."

After he said that he was about to leave, Luo Wenzhou stopped him: "Wait, it was Fei Du who brought you flowers in the morning?"

Tao Ran said indifferently, "Who else is there besides him?"

Luo Wenzhou chasing his hands in his pockets, glanced at his toes, and seemed to be looking down for something to talk about: "If I tell you 'stay away from that kid,' will it be a bit of a dog taking a mouse?"

"No, are you serious?" Tao Ran smiled, "He's always like this, just kidding. Don't say I don't bend, even if I bend into a ball..."

Luo Wenzhou interrupted him gently: "If you bend, will it be your turn to be courteous to that brat?"

Tao Ran was stunned for a moment, but before he could taste anything from those words, Luo Wenzhou said again, "I'm not saying that he's dazzling, nor that he's indifferent...not that kind of level. I haven't been feeling well, you know what I mean?"

"I understand." Tao Ran nodded, he was thin and weak, and he looked too bullying, so he always wore a uniform to work, and the morning sun pierced through the low walls and moss, framing him lightly, "These seven years I've been looking at him, Fei Du is a good boy, you don't need to be too defensive about him-although it is indeed a bit overkill and overly lively now."

Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word.

Tao Ran's voice changed: "Besides, I don't know who it is. If I want to give someone something, I'm too embarrassed to leave a name. Then I'll take great pains to get a game console back from abroad, and let me..."

"Go away," Luo Wenzhou interrupted him indifferently, "Gān your life, why so much nonsense!"