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Chapter 8 Julien VII
Chapter 8 Julien VII
Lang Qiao carried a folding umbrella and rushed into the office building of the Municipal Bureau in three steps, leaving behind a long string of wet footprints.
When she was going upstairs, she was slid by the floor and nearly fell to the ground. She hurriedly grabbed the handrail, and when she looked up, she saw Luo Wenzhou coming down from the director's office.
Luo Wenzhou and her looked at each other with a rare solemn expression on their faces.
Lang Qiao stretched out his hand and twisted Liu Hai, who was sticking to his forehead: "Boss, what's the matter? I'm a little flustered by you being so serious."
"Tao Ran and the little glasses from the branch office today, based on the clues given by He Zhongyi's roommate, deduced that He Zhongyi may have come into contact with a mysterious person before his death," Luo Wenzhou said in a low voice, "It is said that for some reason, that person was in He Zhongyi for some reason. There was a conflict with him during work hours, and later, in order to apologize, I gave him the phone."
Luo Wenzhou was tall and had long legs and walked very fast. Lang Qiao had to trot all the way to keep up. After hearing these words, she felt that her brain was about to evaporate down her wet hair, and she repeated it a little dazedly: "It's a bit of a conflict. Just... just gave me a mobile phone? Then I have conflicts with people on the subway every day, why is no one ever sending me?"
Luo Wenzhou rarely picked up on her joke: "Tao Ran and the others re-examined the delivery point where the deceased worked, and followed his delivery route around, and finally found an eyewitness in the storefront of a chain coffee shop— The witness said that a few days ago, when He Zhongyi was about to leave after delivering the goods, he did have a physical conflict with someone not far from the door of the store, and the surveillance camera in the store just recorded the person's license plate number."
While they were talking, the two of them went outside the interrogation room, and across the single-sided glass, they saw a young man sitting across from Tao Ran.
The man was in his early twenties, his hair was dyed flaxen, and he was wearing a colorful brand name. It could be seen that he was desperately suppressing his anger, and his anger was about to spurt out of his seven orifices.
"Yes, I may have beaten this, so what? I have beaten a lot of people, but this really has nothing to do with me. If you don't believe me, ask Fei Du, was I with him that day? Officer Tao Let me tell you, if it wasn't for Master Fei's sake, if you arrested me like this, I'd fuck... I'd be..."
Lang Qiao looked blankly at the arrogant young man inside: "Is this the second suspect? Why did you bring him back to the city bureau?"
"On the night of the accident, the deceased said that he was going to a place called 'Chengguang Mansion', and the man inside happened to be at Chengguang Mansion that day." Luo Wenzhou sighed, "This man's name is Zhang Donglai, and he is quite famous in the local area. son of an entrepreneur."
"Oh, the rich second generation." Lang Qiao blinked, "So what?"
Luo Wenzhou: "He's still Director Zhang's nephew."
Lang Qiao: "..."
Before she could restart her dead brain, a policeman on duty ran over and whispered to Luo Wenzhou, "Captain Luo, a man surnamed Fei is here, saying he wants to find Deputy Tao."
Fei Du politely thanked the person on duty who poured water for him, took a sip and put it aside—the coffee they poured for him was actually instant, with a weird smell of sesame oil in it.
He looked around at the interior decoration of the city bureau, and felt that it was really bad taste, and it was shoddy. The paint idea on the corner of the table was still there, it was probably freshly painted, and if you smell it carefully, it still smells.
Luo Wenzhou walked in from the outside and saw Fei Du carefully examining the texture on their table. He frowned, his eyes were very gloomy—if the table was not hollow, Team Luo almost felt that there was a corpse hidden underneath.
Fei Du rolled his eyelids and saw that it was him. He didn't seem to be surprised. He 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's Tao Ran?"
"I'm busy." Luo Wenzhou pulled out a pen, spread out his notebook, and asked straight to the point, without saying a word of nonsense, "On the evening of the 20th, the day before yesterday, were you and Zhang Donglai together? After you've thought about it, talk about it. "
Fei Du leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head slightly, and his two long legs were swayed by Erlang's legs. Although the sitting posture could not be called "not sitting", it was inexplicable that people felt that there was no place for him.
He looked at Luo Wenzhou with a half-smile, and asked, "Captain Luo, am I a suspect?"
Luo Wenzhou gave him a cold look.
Fei Du spread his hands unconcernedly: "Then you'd better be more polite to me. I'm not a suspect, and there is no restraint in criminal summons. I can leave at any time if I'm not happy."
"Oh," Luo Wenzhou put the pen down, "I have to coax you first, right? Well, tell me, how can I coax you, shall I sing you a song now, or go out and buy you a bag of candy?"
Fei Du, who had just been issued a toffee card by Police Officer Tao the night before, said, "..."
The strong wind and rain outside the window made the window lattices rattle, and the two people in the room who did not like each other sat silently.
After a while, Luo Wenzhou probably felt a little naive himself. With a sneer, he pulled out his cigarette case and knocked lightly on the corner of the table, just in time for the point.
"Mind," Fei Du said without questioning, "I have a pharyngitis recently."
Luo Wenzhou said with a smirk, "If you're dumb, you won't be far from world peace."
But he still put down the lighter, and took the unlit cigarette and turned it between his fingers a few times: "Zhang Dong said that he picked you up at the gate of Chengguang Mansion at about eight o'clock the night before yesterday, and you didn't leave until midnight. During this period You can testify against him."
"I arrived before eight o'clock and left at ten o'clock. I did greet him at both o'clock," Fei Du said lightly, "The activities arranged by the host are very 'rich', if he has been in It's illogical within my line of sight, and you won't believe it if you say it."
Luo Wenzhou tore the cigarette paper in his hand: "Why, haven't you been fooling around together all the time?"
Fei Du rested his elbows on the table, leaned forward slightly, and the smell of cháo cologne swept by the rain rushed to his face: "Because I don't like sharing a partner with other men— Team Luo, if you ask such a boring and pure question again, I have to say goodbye to you."
"I don't see that you are quite particular," Luo Wenzhou didn't raise his eyebrows. He mocked in a businesslike manner, and added, "In other words, you can't prove that Zhang Donglai didn't kill people at Chengguang Mansion that day."
"I can't, but someone can. If needed, I can get everyone who had contact with him that night to come over within two hours. One person and one handbag should be enough for them to run errands."
Luo Wenzhou poked the nib of the pen on the table: "Are you implying me that you are planning to use money and sex to forge witnesses?"
"Why, a few young models gave perjury, are you still worried that you won't be able to be tried?" Fei Du shook his head, "No, I'm telling you why Zhang Donglai can't be the murderer."
Fei Du leaned back on the back of his chair, distanced himself from Luo Wenzhou, and dragged his characteristic lazy tone, saying, "If it was Zhang Donglai, it would be unwise to do it himself, he could have found someone to tie the dead man back, it's illegal. Whether it’s being detained or secretly killed, there are floating people everywhere in the West District, and every day countless people leave without saying goodbye, and no one will find out if one person disappears, and even if they call the police, no one will pay attention.”
When Luo Wenzhou heard his remarks, his palms tickled uncontrollably. He really wanted to pick up the scumbag surnamed Fei and beat him up, but he couldn't hold it anymore, and the tip of the pen pierced the paper. " Sizzle", leaving an angry mouth: "Murderers are usually not 'wise' when they start killing people."
"Oh, you said that the killing was aroused." Fei Du paused, "Apart from the stunned one, did the deceased have any other blunt injuries?"
Luo Wenzhou: "You asked me or I asked you?"
"It sounds like the answer is 'no'," Fei Du said in a rather calm tone, "To stimulate murder, the murderer's emotions are explosive, and his anger rises to a peak in an instant, and then he usually vents like an explosion. A victim who fainted and couldn't resist, his head should have been smashed into a rotten watermelon - strangled?"
He rested his elbows on the armrest of the seat, his fingertips propped up his chin, and laughed: "Strangling the other party is a slow and enjoyable way of killing, and sometimes it even means 'that aspect'. Would a person with a smokey throat sit down and 'sip tea'? Personally, I don't think the process is natural."
Luo Wenzhou's face sank: "You think killing people is 'tea tasting'."
"It's just a metaphor," Fei Du shrugged lightly, "Zhang Donglai won't kill people, even if he kills people, he won't throw his body, and even if he throws his body, he won't throw it into the narrow alley in the West District, which he is completely unfamiliar with. This is from a rational point of view. From an intuitive point of view - Zhang Donglai, a coward who can't support the wall with mud, is angry at most, and he has no courage to kill."
Only the last sentence sounds more human-like, starting with the surname Fei sitting there.
Zhang Donglai was the son of Zhang Ju’s eldest brother. He was an old man. His family conditions were good.
As for the other matters, we could only rely on the police to verify, and there was nothing to ask from Fei Du. Luo Wenzhou closed his notebook, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Hello." Fei Du suddenly stopped behind him.
When Luo Wenzhou turned his head, a small object flew towards him. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, only to find 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 very large, such as terrorist attacks, which are news; second, the methods are extraordinarily strange and cruel, or serial killers and the like have Incidents with urban legends, this is a curiosity; third, the victims belong to low-risk groups, such as students and office workers who live a regular life, and the middle class who keep themselves safe. This is a group xing panic generated by substituting the victims; Such long-standing social contradictions, such as social events involving public power, privileges, and lack of morality, this is a topic of conversation—your case, which did not touch on either side, was subjected to extraordinary and unusual circumstances from the very beginning. focus on."
The muffled sound of the dying thunder sounded indistinctly far away, adding a lingering tail to his words.
"After a short period of unusual attention, it stands to reason that people will lose interest in this soon, but this time, Zhang Donglai is involved again." Fei Du stood up, walked to Luo Wenzhou's side, and when he passed by, softly Say, "Is it a coincidence or is someone trolling you?"
Luo Wenzhou's eyes narrowed.
"No thanks, I'm at Tao Ran." Fei Du picked up his 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 over."
Fei Du ignored him, kept an even pace, and walked away without looking back.