Chapter 4 Julien III

"I saw that news too. I heard it's very close to us, right?"

"Go past Nanping Avenue and walk a little further to get there. Sometimes I go back to my parents and don't want to make a bridge, so I go around there. I used to feel messy, but I didn't expect... ouch!"

The two little white-collar workers were too engaged in chatting while fishing in the tea room. They didn't notice that someone behind them was listening to the live broadcast. One of them trembled and almost brought a whole cup of hot water to the floor.

"Be careful." Fei Du reached out and held the bottom of the cup in her hand, took it and put it aside, "Don't pour such hot water next time, your hands are so tender, what should you do if you are scalded?"

Fei Du didn't usually speak loudly, and he seemed to speak ordinary human words, but as soon as the person's words passed through his mouth, he would immediately mutate a little secret intimacy, and he often made people think too much. Fortunately, he usually leaves after speaking, leaving enough time for others to be disillusioned.

"President Fei, you scared me to death!" The little white-collar workers in the pantry were startled at first, but when they saw it was him, they relaxed again. Because compared to Chairman Fei, who was one-of-a-kind back then, Mr. Fei, who enjoys all his inheritance rights, is basically a lovable mascot.

The stinky faults of his playful children in private will not be brought to the company, and the "stable" on the surface is basically a good performance, and he usually does not exercise decision-making power or perform work obligations. Occasionally tease the little girls, but usually in a very measured way, strictly follow the principle of "rabbits don't eat rough edges of the nest", and never cross the line.

Fei Du wiped the overflowing hot water with a tissue, then returned the cup and asked casually, "What are you talking about just now?"

"I'm talking about the opposite West District. There was a robbery and murder case just yesterday, and it seems that the culprit has not been caught yet. How about our personnel department send you a mass email? Remind everyone to pay more attention to safety when commuting to and from get off work."

"Okay," Fei Du said solemnly, "If it doesn't work, we'll have a holiday, and we'll come back to work after the bad guys are caught. How can your safety be important at work?"

The two girls knew that he was talking nonsense, but they were still coaxed into ecstasy, and Mei Dian went back to live.

After a while, Fei Du really received a mass email from the personnel department.

He squeezed half a cup of hazelnut chocolate sauce into the bottom of one of his own cups of coffee, intending to marinate every caffeine molecule with sugar.

"Late night last night, behind this private house in the west district of our city's flower market, a vicious crime happened. As of now, the police have not issued any official statement. It is reported that the deceased, He, lived in a group rented house near the scene of the crime... …”

The video came from an online media known for its "grandfather". The narcissistic narration had just been babbling for two or three minutes, when there was a sudden loud noise outside the camera.

The shaking camera immediately shifted its focus to a food stall for fear that the world would not be in chaos.

A middle-aged woman in an apron may be the owner of a snack stall, shoving a boy with her eyebrows raised: "Little bunny, do you know how to count or let the dog eat it with your conscience? You are greedy for such a few dollars, what are you greedy for? Take it home and buy a coffin for your mother?"

A few middle-aged and elderly people who are doing nothing next to them are eating wontons at a food stall illegally occupying the road. These people's mouths are quite indebted, and even eating and drinking does not delay their high-level talk, and they also explain to the camera voluntarily.

"Did you know that kid buys biscuits? He was asked to put his money there and get change from the change basket himself, didn't he have to rely on his own self-consciousness? He gave him ten yuan and wanted to take fifteen from the change box. I just saw it."

"Eat five yuan and spare five yuan, really, it's not far from getting rich."

"You have to beat him - when you were young, you stole and touched dogs, and you will not be allowed to sell drugs and kill people in the future? What is the security situation in our area? Even when it gets dark, the big guys don't dare to walk outside casually. I think they are all from out of town. the scum of society.”

"How many times have you reacted, and no one cares, okay, this time it's dead, what did I say?"

Once the middle-aged and elderly cheerleaders want to fight, the effect is not trivial, and the conflict will quickly intensify.

The arrogance above the food stall owner's head grew to two meters and two, and Gān moved his hand. The thief put his head in his hands and curled up into a ball, revealing his blood-red neck and ears. He didn't say a word and just hid.

At this time, there were a few people next to him who couldn't see it, and the stall owner and the boy who stepped forward to try to separate the fight were unexpectedly drawn into the battle circle.

The conflict escalated in a blink of an eye, and the Shanggang line became an indiscriminate attack on each other between the natives and non-local tenants in the Western District.

It could be said that the scene was a mess, the camera was slanted three or four times, and Fei Du finished stirring the coffee. He felt that this conflict of "three mice and four eyes" was extremely boring and completely worthless to watch, so he was about to close the video.

Suddenly, someone in the video shouted: "The police are here!"

After a while of confusion, a few people in uniform squeezed in with difficulty, trying to separate the choked crowd, but they were quickly drowned in the sea of ​​the people. Glasses were knocked off.

Fei Du saw a familiar figure in it, and his hand that was about to close the window froze.

In the afternoon, in the Huashi District Bureau, Wang Hongliang rubbed oil on his feet and ran away under the name of "meeting."

Luo Wenzhou put his hands behind his back, bent over, and leaned in front of Tao Ran to look: "Last time we helped the brothers on the anti-drug side catch the drug dealers, and we opened fire for 20 minutes, and no one was 'severely injured' like this, right? You know, as soon as you get out of my sight, you have to do something, don't forget to go to the hospital to get a rabies vaccine when you go back at night."

Officer Tao's chin was scratched with a blood mark by some hero's nine yīn claws.

There was a mess in the sub-bureau. The masses who participated in the collective brawl had a high awareness of fighting, and they refused to give up when they arrived at the Public Security Bureau. The high-pitched scolding was mixed with a few policemen's stereotyped "squat" and "honest". His vocabulary was pitifully lacking, and the hands drawn from several police stations in his jurisdiction stood in a row beside him, not knowing what he should order. The opposing armies. Everyone was startled by the sound of the mountain and looked back at him together.

Luo Wenzhou leaned against the door frame: "Whoever attacked the police?"

No one said a word.

"Don't admit it, do you think the law is not to blame?" Luo Wenzhou nodded, "Well, let's detain them together. Don't forget to notify the family members of the security deposit. If you don't have family members, you can find the leader of the unit. I heard that some people are involved in illegal occupation of roads. And operating without a license? Just right, obedient, strict, obedient, severe, and punished well, and I will ask my colleagues at the nearby police station to take special care of you who have criminal records in the future.”

When he lost his voice, a middle-aged man in his fifties shouted: "Who do you think has a criminal record? Why do you say we attacked the police? Do you have any evidence? Detention without evidence, I tell you, I have a heart sick!"

Luo Wenzhou didn't lift his voice or lift his eyelids: "Do you know what a law enforcement recorder is? Illiterate."

Lang Qiao came over at the right time and handed Luo Wenzhou a printed document. He took it and glanced at it, and glanced meaningfully at the middle-aged man who was leading the trouble: "It's a coincidence."

After he finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number: "Hey, Principal Han, I'm Wen Zhou... No, no, I'm just busy - there is a guy named Yu Lei in your school.

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Security isn't it? "

The middle-aged man who was making trouble was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned white with a "swipe". It really looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

Luo Wenzhou held up his mobile phone and smiled at him: "You give it to Cha Cha, 'Yu' with two bars and a tick, 'Lei' with three stones, male, fifty-three years old—it's fine, this uncle is old and strong, We got into a fight with someone, and my colleague at the police station was detained. When he came back from the detention, he said he had a heart attack. If this happened in our place, wouldn’t it be another problem if it was spread out? We can’t take responsibility now. , Aunt Han, I beg you to hurry up and send someone over to save this high-risk person from touching porcelain."

"I...I-I-I was there to protect the safety of the neighborhood and neighbors in the community!" Before Luo Wenzhou finished his phone call, the middle-aged man named Yu Lei was clearly panicked, "I'm just self-defense."

Luo Wenzhou was amused: "Do you still know what 'justifiable defense' is?"

Yu Lei stretched out his hand and pointed to a few young men who had a clear distinction between them: "I'm just self-defense. Among them are the murderers who murdered last night! I heard them all!"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

No one expected that a public security farce inexplicably turned into a separate interrogation.

The criminal police who visited and investigated outside rushed back and urgently extracted witness testimony.

"According to the old hooligan named Yu Lei, after he turned off the lights and rested last night, he heard a quarrel while he was half asleep. The two men both had foreign accents and the dialect was too heavy, so he didn't listen much to the quarrel. I understand, but it feels like someone I know." Lang Qiao brushed his long hair behind his head, "We have confirmed that this Yu Lei's house is very close to the place where the deceased was found, less than fifty meters in a straight line, and his house lives in a bungalow. You should be able to hear it with the rear window open."

Luo Wenzhou: "About what time?"

"Not sure, but he said that he went to bed at nine o'clock, and usually has no insomnia problems. If he is half asleep...it should not exceed nine thirty, which is in line with the inferred time of death. There are also several other people who lived close by. , I also said that I vaguely heard it, but there are often people who drink too much and fight at night, they don't take it seriously, they don't take it seriously, and they won't go out to check."

"Luo Touer." Tao Ran put a Band-Aid on his chin and probed in, "There's someone here, come and take a look."

In the interrogation room, Xiao Haiyang was wearing glasses that were glued on with transparent tape, and a thin boy sat across from him.

"This kid's name is Ma Xiaowei. He claims to be 18, but I think he looks like a minor. The group xing incident at noon today was caused by him stealing five yuan from others." Tao Ran said, "He belongs to the group of the deceased He Zhongyi. The roommate in the room was probably the last person to see the deceased."

Luo Wenzhou nodded, pushed open the door and entered.

Ma Xiaowei quickly raised his head and glanced at him, Xu Dui Luo's aura was too strong, and the young man's face showed a little panic.

Xiao Haiyang: "It's okay, you go on."

Ma Xiaowei clasped his hands together, "buzzing" like a mosquito: "He... He Zhongyi is from H province, and we have another roommate from the same town, but our hometown is not in the same place. It is said that H province is quite big, and Brother Zhongyi and their hometown It seems to be a bit more biased. He only came here last year, he is a nice person, he is very outgoing, he is usually diligent in living together, and often cleans... No, I have never had a grudge against anyone."

Xiao Haiyang asked again: "Then do you know what relatives and friends he has locally?"

Ma Xiaowei's chin sank for a while, then he remembered something, and shook his head quickly: "No, I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

Luo Wenzhou chatted, "Last night from eight to ten o'clock, where were you?"

Ma Xiaowei's throat moved, but he still didn't dare to look at him, and whispered, "...At home."

"What are you doing at home?"

"No... nothing, just... watch TV."

Luo Wenzhou: "One person?"

Ma Xiaowei seemed to realize what he meant, and his face changed suddenly.

"It's alright, baby," Luo Wenzhou pulled out his chair, sat down in front of Ma Xiaowei, and smiled pleasantly, "This is a serious crime team. It's only responsible for criminal cases. If you try to steal five yuan, you won't be punished. Don't be nervous."

Ma Xiaowei could hardly sit still.

Luo Wenzhou's voice changed immediately: "But it seems that if you steal many times and don't correct yourself, you don't need to pay a 'larger amount' and you will be punished. Isn't it the first time for you?"

Ma Xiaowei froze suddenly, his pale face was blank.

Luo Wenzhou tapped on the table lightly: "You watch TV at home alone? Where's the person who lives with you?"

"He Zhongyi came back from get off work yesterday, changed his clothes and left. Brother Zhao... is Zhongyi and he is from his hometown. He went back to his hometown for a funeral a few days ago, and a few other workers went to find someone to play cards, so I was alone. But no, not me..."

"I didn't say it was you." Luo Wenzhou interrupted his incoherent defense, "Some nearby residents responded that they heard someone arguing near the crime scene. According to the distance between where you live and the crime scene, you should be able to hear it. Did you hear anything?"

Ma Xiaowei bit his lip hard.

"If you hear it, say you heard it, if you don't hear it, you don't hear it. Does this question take so long to think about?"

"But, maybe I heard a little bit, the TV was on a little..."

Luo Wenzhou: "What time is it?"

Ma Xiaowei blurted out, "It's a quarter past nine."

As soon as he said these words, Xiao Haiyang, who lowered his head to take notes, and Tao Ran, who was listening at the door, all looked at him.

Luo Wenzhou narrowed his eyes: "Didn't you just say 'maybe you heard a little'? Why do you remember the time so accurately now?"

Ma Xiaowei: "..."

"Pony, you have to tell the truth," Tao Ran said softly. "How do you know it's quarter past nine? Did you hear it or were you near the crime scene? What do you know?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't give Ma Xiaowei time to react, and immediately picked up the message: "If you can't explain what you said today, you might be suspected of committing a serious crime!"

"I believe it shouldn't be you," Tao Ran said with him, one with a white face and one with a red face, "don't be afraid if it's not yours, say anything if you know it, this is a big case of people's lives, you can tell the difference. Bar?"

Ma Xiaowei instinctively turned to him for help.

Luo Wenzhou slapped the table: "Who are you looking at? This makes you a substitute!"

"It's not me... I heard, heard," Ma Xiaowei was about to cry. "At a quarter past nine, I heard someone making a noise downstairs. The voice was a little familiar, so I wanted to go downstairs to have a look..."

"What did you see?"

"Nothing." Ma Xiaowei widened his eyes. "I didn't see anyone, not even a ghost. It seemed that what I heard just now was an illusion. The road and street lights were broken. I...I..."

Luo Wenzhou sneered: "Child, why are you telling us ghost stories?"

Ma Xiaowei's eyes were red, and he glanced at him with fear, bloodshots wrapped around his eyeballs one by one.

A few of them kept asking questions upside down until they got off work in the evening. They asked Ma Xiaowei to the point of collapse, but the young man never revealed any useful information, and told his lame late-night ghost story several times.

"I don't think it's him." After coming out of the precinct, Lang Qiao said, "This kid's psychological quality is not very good, and he will say everything when he is frightened. When asked by us like that, if something really happened, he would definitely be unable to bear it. ...but the idea of ​​being haunted is weird."

Luo Wenzhou let out a "hmm".

Tao Ran: "What?"

"Not necessarily," Luo Wenzhou said. "He may have just said part of the truth, and he should have concealed something else—let's talk about it tomorrow, how do you two go, go back to the bureau first or..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a whistle.

The three team of supervisors looked up together, and saw a large SUV with a height of two meters parked beside the road, leaning on the car alone: ​​"Officer Tao has worked hard, can I take you home?"