Chapter 7 Julien VI

"Tao... Tao Tao's deputy team!"

As soon as Tao Ran turned around, he saw Xiao Haiyang, the wonderful little glasses from the branch, rushing towards him.

Xiao Haiyang's glasses broke yesterday, and he didn't bother to replace them with new ones. They fell crookedly under his cheekbones. He stood in front of Tao Ran out of breath. Tao Ran also felt a little chest tightness.

Xiao Haiyang's face was so tense as if he had just finished a facelift, he wiped the sweat from his palms on his trousers and straightened his lingering glasses. Then you can clear your throat and take out the phone memo from your pocket: "Lieutenant Tao, I have a situation that I want to report to you."

Tao Ran kindly waited for him to breathe evenly: "Don't worry, speak slowly if you have something to say."

"It's like this. When I visited the West District yesterday, I found that they lived in a crowded area. They were very mobile and seasonal. It was common for tenants to change jobs and move out. In fact, it is more similar to a medium and long-term small hotel with poor conditions. Therefore, the relationship between people is not very close, unless it is a fellow villager who takes care of each other. Yesterday, my colleagues were busy all day, and there was not much useful information. "

Tao Ran nodded to him with a little encouragement: "Yeah."

"But among the people who live with He Zhongyi, there is one from the same province as him, and this person's name is..." Xiao Haiyang flipped through the memorandum, "It's called Zhao Yu.

, He had a good relationship with the deceased. It is said that He Zhongyi's job as a delivery man was introduced by him. Ma Xiaowei said that he had something to go back to his hometown these two days. "

Tao Ran raised his eyebrows in surprise, he just wanted to contact this person.

Xiao Haiyang: "I found the person in charge of the distribution point of the coffee chain last night and asked for Zhao Yulong's contact information. After he heard about it, he agreed to take the last long-distance bus last night to return to Yancheng urgently. I told him See you today."

Tao Ran looked at him thoughtfully: "I thought the investigation of the sub-bureau is now focused on Ma Xiaowei."

Xiao Haiyang's face tightened even more, and he subconsciously tugged at the hem of his shirt: "I... I always feel that there is something wrong with the mysterious person who gave the mobile phone to the deceased. Now that Ma Xiaowei is the murderer, there are still many doubts... I also told our captain about this situation... He said that I should not always be self-righteous and look for trouble."

Hearing this, Tao Ran's face sank, and the gentle smile disappeared: "What time did you have an appointment?"

"Oh," Xiao Haiyang looked at his watch, "if the long-distance bus is not delayed, it will be in an hour."

Tao Ran made a decisive decision: "I'll go with you, let's go!"

While the grassroots criminal policemen were walking through the streets in the sun, Master Fei was leaning on the soft leather swivel chair in his office.

He placed a finger lightly on his forehead, and on the laptop screen on the desk next to him was He Zhongyi's brief but lackluster life. Fei Du dug out a contact information from the address book and called.

"Hey, Brother Chang, it's me," Fei Du lowered his head and smiled as he listened to what was said on the other end of the phone, "Well, I'm sorry to say that, I really want to ask you for help with something."

In less than half an hour, Fei Du successfully got what he wanted—the recordings of all the surveillance cameras nearby on the night of the opening of the Chengguang Mansion.

During his lunch break, Fei Du heated a can of sweet milk in the microwave in the pantry, complimented the secretary's figure, told her to eat well and stop losing weight, then locked the door of his office and put on his earphones. Looping the song in his car, he pulled out an A4 piece of paper.

He drew a simple topographical map on paper using an abstract drawing method that only he could understand, then turned the pen, thought for a moment, lightly ticked a few circles on it, and wrote "20:00-21: 30", then, with a pause, he changed "20:00" to "20:30".

Fei Du picked out a few from a large pile of surveillance records, put them together, selected the time period from 8:30 to 9:30, and used fast forward to read them.

Several groups of pictures on the screen flashed backwards at the same time, and he leaned back in the chair very lazily, all the energy in his body seemed to be concentrated in his eyes, staring at the screen without moving.

At this moment, Luo Wenzhou was strolling around a traffic hub in the Huacheng District with a briefcase in his hand and his sunglasses on. He waved to the taxis passing by on the road from time to time, but unfortunately none of the cars that ran past were empty. Seeing this, the specialty of Huacheng District—a group of black taxi drivers parked on the side of the road collectively invited him.

"Is the handsome guy in a car?"

"Handsome guy, where are you going?"

"Cheap and runs faster than a taxi!"

Luo Wenzhou inspected the army of black carts one by one, and finally stopped in front of a young man with a flat head.

The young man was very obedient, and immediately opened the car door for him diligently: "You get in the car, where are you going?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word, and sat sideways in.

The flat-headed youth turned on the air conditioner for him, and drove the car out of the convoy smoothly: "Handsome guy, you haven't said where you are going?"

"Just drive forward casually." Luo Wenzhou took off his sunglasses, and looked at the driver with his sharp eyes through the rearview mirror. The driver was stunned for a moment, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"I have an anonymous report here." After walking for a while, Luo Wenzhou unhurriedly opened his briefcase, took out a copy, and flipped through it. Scratch, there was a long whistle, Luo Wenzhou didn't look at all, "I'm not from your precinct, don't panic, then drive forward, I have a few questions to ask you."

Tao Ran and Xiao Haiyang successfully met Zhao Yulong, a fellow villager of He Zhongyi, and the three went to a small noodle restaurant together.

Zhao Yulong is a middle-aged man and has worked hard in Yancheng for many years. Although it is still difficult to gain a foothold, he looks much more decent than the young people who are hitting the wall. With a tired look on the man's face after sitting in a long-distance bus for more than ten hours, he blinked a few times, and his wide-brimmed eye bags swayed: "I really didn't expect him to have an accident - officer, can I smoke a cigarette? ?"

No one enforces the smoking ban in the small noodle restaurant, and there are old men spewing clouds and mist everywhere. Zhao Yunlong took two breaths and rubbed his face: "Zhongyi is a well-behaved child, and many people go to the billiard hall chess and card room when they have nothing to do. , he never goes, he goes to work and saves money, saying he wants to take it home to see his mother's doctor, he doesn't steal, rob, gamble, let alone cause trouble, why is it happening to him - what do you two want to ask? , as long as I know, I will definitely not hide it."

Tao Ran looked at Zhao Yulong and found that although he used his chopsticks to eat with his right hand, the hand holding the cigarette and the handle of the teacup were all on the left. In the old days, parents were afraid that their children would "fight" while eating at the table, so they would try to "correct" them. Left-handed, this kind of situation is common.

Tao Ran took out a photo from his wallet, which was the pair of shoes the deceased was wearing: "I want to ask, did you lend He Zhongyi these shoes?"

Zhao Yulong looked down, his eyes were almost red, and he nodded: "It's mine, he... did he walk in these shoes?"

"Yes, these shoes are very important," Tao Ran said. "Do you know why he borrowed these shoes?"

Zhao Yulong was a little dazed, and thought for a while: "I'm going to meet someone in a very high-class place, called... What's the name of the light... Chengguang Building or a villa?"

Xiao Haiyang suddenly sat up straight: "Chengguang Mansion!"

"That's right," Zhao Yulong said, "it's the name."

"Who to see? What's the matter?"

Zhao Yulong shook his head: "I didn't say it, I asked, that kid has a right mind and a strict mouth."

Xiao Haiyang quickly asked: "Mr. Zhao, He Zhongyi has a new mobile phone, right?"

"Ah, there is one," Zhao Yulong said, "is that the white one? He usually doesn't want to use it, so he still uses the old one from before. Sometimes when he takes out a new phone to look at it, the film is pasted several layers first. "

Xiao Haiyang: "Then do you know who gave the phone?"

Zhao Yulong frowned slowly.

Tao Ran asked, "What?"

"When he first said that it was given by a fellow villager, I felt very strange at the time, because I had never heard him mention any local acquaintances before. I was afraid that he would be heartless and meet some bad people again. I bought it for you for no reason. Such expensive things, isn't this a no-brainer?" Zhao Yulong flicked the cigarette ashes, "I followed him and asked, and he told me that there was a little conflict with someone when it was delivered one day. , I was beaten a few times, but he didn't fight back. Later, I don't know if he regretted it or what, and apologized to him."

Tao Ran and Xiao Haiyang glanced at each other - this situation had never been heard of when they visited before.

What is there to hide when you have a conflict with someone, and then the other party apologizes?

If it's true, why did He Zhongyi say nothing about it, and pretended that it was given by an acquaintance?

He Zhongyi lived with so many people, and no one could see that he was beaten, indicating that the physical conflict was not serious at the time, so why did the other party send valuables while "apologizing"?

Suddenly, this murder case, which seemed to be able to find out the murderer by checking the personal relationship of the deceased, became inexplicably confusing.

Zhao Yulong didn't know the exact origin of the mysterious mobile phone, but provided an approximate time of the conflict. Tao Ran and Xiao Haiyang had to follow this clue to find the delivery company where He Zhongyi worked and search for clues.

In the afternoon, the originally clear sky changed its face without warning. The arrogant sunlight was wrapped in embarassed by dark clouds from nowhere, and the suppressed wind brought cháo aura, and it seemed that there was going to be a sudden shower.

Luo Wenzhou got out of the car near a subway entrance, but didn't leave. He stretched out his hand and pressed the door of the car, and glanced around. A piece of bread that had been parked at the intersection suddenly moved when his eyes passed by, like a thief with a guilty conscience. Drive away slowly.

Luo Wenzhou bent down slightly, and stuck to the driver's ear through the half-opened car window: "Someone is staring at you, be careful, if you have any problems, come to me at any time."

The black car driver turned on the cold air conditioner, still sweating on his forehead, and nodded quickly.

Luo Wenzhou gave him a deep look, turned and walked towards the subway station. Just after the security check, his cell phone rang.

"Tao Ran, how's it going?" He said while swiping his card to enter the station, then suddenly stopped, "What? You repeat that name again."

There was no other window in Fei Du's office. With a bang, the wind slammed shut, and a few pieces of paper rustled to the ground. At this moment, his hand holding the mouse suddenly moved.

Fei Du freezed one of the surveillance images, zoomed in and flipped back, and found that the time was around 8:50 pm.

It was a very peripheral camera, almost out of the scope of Chengguang Mansion, and it was shooting a stone path.

Due to the proximity of the water system, even in early summer, there are still many mosquitoes, and few people pass by after dark. Even if there are occasional people, they are all in a hurry-and a hesitant shadow lingers under the street lamp for a long time.

From the camera, only that person can be seen wearing a rough and uncoordinated formal suit, with a short stature and a little thin, standing on the spot, smoking a few cigarettes in a row. He held a kraft paper bag tightly in his hand and looked up in one direction from time to time for a while. After a while, he seemed to have received a call and said a few words to the person on the phone, and then hurriedly walked out of the scope of the camera.

Fei Du watched this video several times, not sure if it was the dead person he had a relationship with. He grabbed the car keys, closed the computer and went out.

Forty minutes later, Fei Du came to the central business district of Huacheng District.

He looked up at the increasingly gloomy sky, took out an umbrella from the trunk of the car, and walked to the scenic area near Chengguang Mansion on foot.

Fei Du had an excellent sense of direction. He hardly took any detours before finding the location of the surveillance camera.

The water vapor in the air was already so strong that it was about to fall. He carefully observed the location of the monitor, recalled the direction the person in the camera had been looking at, and turned around—at the end of the path, he could just see the shadowy Chengguang Mansion.

Fei Du's eyes fell on the trash can next to him—on the smoke extinguishing stone, there were a few cigarette butts lying alone.

There are few people here, and the trash cans are clean. Almost no one throws anything in it. The cleaners come to clean it every ten days and a half. Fei Du took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and carefully squeezed the cigarette butts. stand up.

At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Fei Du calmly wrapped the cigarette butt, and then took out his cell phone. When he saw the caller ID, he smiled before saying a word: "Why, did you suddenly see me every day like three autumns?"

Tao Ran's voice was quite serious: "The night before yesterday, were you at Chengguang Mansion?"

"Yes," Fei Du paused, "what's the matter?"

"Are you with someone named Zhang Donglai?"

Fei Du was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to reply, a thunderous explosion rang out, and the rain poured down with a "hula".