Chapter 14 Julien thirteen

On May 24th, four days have passed since He Zhongyi, a young man in the West District of the Flower Market, was killed.

With gloves on, Luo Wenzhou flipped through an old photo album—he got it from Chen Zhen, the driver of the black car.

Chen Zhen and his sister Chen Yuan are twins, locals, raised by their grandparents. Later, the old couple passed away one after another. Sister Chen Yuan was admitted to university. Chen Zhen's grades were not good, so he gave up early and came out to make money.

The girls in the photos are very delicate, all the photos are smiling, revealing two small tiger teeth that are not symmetrical.

This is the only thing she left behind. She died mysteriously and unpredictably. Because the cause of death was indecent, the police searched her personal belongings, Chen Yuan's second-hand computer and mobile phone several times on the grounds that she was suspected of being involved in drug possession and drug trafficking. Neither were able to stay.

Luo Wenzhou flipped through the album from beginning to end, his eyes fixed on a few photos that looked like souvenirs from university club activities. There was a girl who was very close to Chen Yuan, and the date and remarks were written in pencil on the back of the photos: "Together with Xiao Cui. Join the Tea Art Club, thank you for having you."

"Little Cui." Luo Wenzhou opened the communication records he had found—about half a month before his death, Chen Yuan had spoken to a user named "Cui Ying".

At this moment, Lang Qiao knocked on the door of his office, and waved at him half-deadly: "Boss, come out and see that you're brain-dead. Tickets are ten yuan per ticket, you don't need money if you're not disabled."

The Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Yancheng City Bureau collectively experienced the extraordinaryness of Master Zhang. Nine out of ten sentences of this man were farts. The 48 hours he was detained in the City Bureau suffered from his rare brains, which was empty. I don't know what is left in the shell, and the level of verbal intelligence that emerges is very touching.

"'Brother Feng Nian'? Never heard of him, I don't know the surname Feng. Is this person a man or a woman? Either you can tell me what he looks like, or maybe I slept and didn't remember the name. "

"Is there anyone I know in the Chengguang Mansion on the evening of the 20th? I know all of them...whatever, who is there? Oh, police uncles, police uncles! I let them drink a pound of white that night, no Knowing how many glasses of red, and half a dozen champagne mixed in, Trinity, it’s good to remember who you are, how can I tell who it was at that time.”

"I haven't had any disputes with anyone recently, so I'm amicable. Ah? It counts as hitting someone? Oh, that's not a good idea... If you hit someone, what if they can get revenge on me? Don't ask me who I am? !"

"How many times I've said it, I really didn't give the phone away. I haven't given anything to anyone other than a good friend. Besides, I can't give away a broken phone, right? Who is that shabby?"

In addition to spending money and sleeping, Master Zhang's daily life is full of chaos, big things and small things are all in the air, and they don't take them to heart.

Luo Wenzhou listened to it for a while, and made an assertive comment on Zhang Donglai. He said, "This child must have been thrown over the head by his father when he was a child."

With the patience of the whole world, Tao Ran tried his best to repeatedly ask questions from all angles, but he was stunned that he could not find any useful information from Zhang Donglai's memory that was formatted at any time.

The time was up in a flash, and the lawyers Zhang Ting and the others found blocked the entrance of the city bureau, and they argued for the criminal investigation team to release them.

"I really can't do anything." Tao Ran let out two breaths and shrugged helplessly at Luo Wenzhou.

Luo Wenzhou thought for a while, then raised his chin slightly: "There's not enough evidence, let it go."

"Team Luo!"

"Boss!"

Lang Qiao grabbed Luo Wenzhou and said, "Boss, yesterday He Zhongyi was fucking crying outside, and he was filmed by someone who did good things. Now a lot of people who listen to the wind and rain are waiting to watch the fun, so you just let them go. , what does it have to spread outside?"

"Zhang Donglai can be released," Tao Ran thought for a while, and suggested, "According to the time of the deceased's death, his whereabouts before he was murdered, etc., his alibi is relatively clear..."

"No, let's not mention the others first, and say that the evidence is insufficient," Luo Wenzhou interrupted him, "Don't release the details of the investigation, let the people go first."

Hearing his arbitrary actions, Lang Qiao couldn't help but say, "Boss, did you let Zhang Dong come to infect him? It can be contagious even through the window. This mental retardation must be an infectious disease."

Luo Wenzhou tapped her on the back of the head: "Why are you so poor, be careful with long nasolabial lines."

Tao Ran pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "You want to..."

"Well, from now on, no one is allowed to divulge the progress of the investigation and relevant details of this case, and tell them 'the evidence is insufficient, there is no comment, we are re-investigating the social relationship of the deceased from childhood to adulthood'," Luo Wenzhou nodded to Tao Ran, then He said casually, "This is discipline. Whoever leaks it will be dealt with by me, and it's gone."

The migrant worker brother died mysteriously. The suspect was the nephew of the city bureau chief. He was about to be released due to "insufficient evidence" the news was even more explosive than Lang Qiao and the others were worried about. The procedures for releasing Zhang Donglai had not been completed. It has been squatted by various physical and online media.

The criminal investigation brigade's phone was like a hotline, one after another, ringing one after another, and even Bureau Lu, who was in charge of Bureau Zhang, was alerted, and specifically called Luo Wenzhou up for questioning.

Through the window, Director Lu glanced at the people who were being stopped outside the conveyance room, and asked Luo Wenzhou rather solemnly, "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Luo Wenzhou gave him a nonchalant smile: "Are you worried about my work?"

Bureau Lu rolled his eyes at him: "If you want to set a line for fishing, be careful not to let it go - the city leaders will definitely put pressure on us in the past two days. I will carry it for you for two more days, and you can figure it out for me."

"Thank you, Uncle Lu," Luo Wenzhou thought for a while, and then lowered his voice slightly, "Don't worry about Wang Hongliang's side. It's just that no one has found him over the years. I don't believe anyone can cover the sky with one hand."

Bureau Lu pursed his lips, turned his face down, and looked at him: "As long as it can be confirmed that the reported situation is true, no matter how big his roots are and whoever is behind him wants to protect him, as long as I and Lao Zhang are still there, we can definitely handle him. -You also be careful with me, do you hear me?"

When Luo Wenzhou went downstairs, he happened to meet Zhang Donglai's "group of relatives and friends".

In order to reduce the social impact, the Zhang family did not send anyone to pick them up, only Zhang Ting came forward, trying to keep a low profile as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, it backfired, and the children are all debts. Zhang Donglai's gang of friends and friends heard about it for some reason, lest the world run to the city bureau without chaos. Several luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the city bureau, and several hot men and women made their debut, and didn't know whether they were here to make an appearance or to show their eyes.

The lawyer rolled up his sleeves and went to fetch Zhang Donglai, while Zhao Haochang stayed with Zhang Ting—a young man and a woman among Zhang Donglai's gang of treasured friends, who looked very fresh and refined, pure and simple.

Of course Fei Du was also there, but this time he was like a pure outsider, with a low sense of presence by Zhang Ting's side. When Luo Wenzhou saw him, he found that he was dressed like a bird, wearing headphones, and playing games with a very old "PSP" in his arms.

Luo Wenzhou originally wanted to pack up and throw these monsters, ghosts, and monsters out, but his eyes fell on Fei Du's old game console full of scratches, and his expression suddenly softened. For the first time in the world, he didn't open his mouth to look for trouble. He walked slowly to Fei Du's side almost peacefully and quietly. At the same time, he took a deep breath and gave himself a mental build-even if he saw this kid playing a bloody limited-level game, he wouldn't mind. Decided to keep their emotions stable.

Unexpectedly, after a long time of construction, Luo Wenzhou took a look and saw a bunch of naive "big-eyed lamps" running on Fei Du's old game console - this overbearing president was actually playing "patta bang" in full swing.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Just as Fei Du had passed all the hurdles, Zhang Donglai finally came out. He was walking with wind, and before he left the police station, he proudly announced loudly, "It's all my brothers who died today. Tell me about anything in the future, brothers, I will give you two-ribbed cha knives—cha full, cha becomes a knife box!"

Fei Du's big-eyed army was originally advancing and retreating properly, but his bloody voice broke the rhythm, and the drum beat was wrong, and they were suddenly defeated like a mountain.

Luo Wenzhou held it back until he "game over", and then slowly opened his mouth: "I've always been puzzled by one thing, why are you hanging out with Zhang Donglai and their group."

Fei Du glanced at him, and calmly stuffed the game console into his pocket: "Because I think he lives a very philosophical life."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned that he didn't hear whether the words were a compliment or a pejorative.

Fei Du rushed towards Zhang Donglai who was running towards him, waved his hand, turned his head and gave Luo Wenzhou a fake smirk, and went to talk to Tao Ran.

This group of young men swaggered out of the city bureau, using their toenails to figure out how tall the media was.

Lang Qiao seemed to have seen a hot topic for the next week, so he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and whispered to Tao Ran, "I don't even dare to read it."

Tao Ran: "Don't look at it, go live."

Just as the young masters had just walked to the door, a figure suddenly jumped out and rushed into Zhang Donglai and his group.

She is thin and with dry hair, and she is He Zhongyi's mother.

The leading prodigal bastards inexplicably looked at each other for a moment with the funny-dressed woman, and someone whispered, "Who is this?"

He Zhongyi's mother's eyes were bloodshot, and gān swept across the faces of several people, her lips trembled violently a few times, and her throat made a vague voice like a kitten: "Who killed my son? ?"

She couldn't speak clearly and her accent was heavy. After asking three or four times, people could hear what she said.

Zhang Donglai's face darkened, and he said sullenly, "Who knows? It's not me anyway."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to avoid the woman's sight, and stepped out first, passing her. The group of relatives and friends followed in his footsteps, spreading out to both sides like a plague, avoiding the woman as much as possible.

"Is this girl a little abnormal?"

"Be quiet, and it's pitiful."

"Isn't it pitiful to be caught in a small black house for no reason?"

"I tell you, Lao Tzu is farther than Dou E, and I don't know her son at all..."

The woman stood there blankly, staring blankly at the people who passed by her side untouched: "Who killed my son? You...you can't go..."

Seeing that the group of people was about to leave her eyes, the woman became anxious, grabbed a few hands in the air, and accidentally caught a girl's long hair.

The girl immediately screamed as if her tail had been stepped on, grabbed her hair and covered her chest, jumped three feet high and hid behind her companion, the young man beside him instinctively reached out and stopped: "What are you doing, you are sick? what!"

The woman slammed into the young man's hard arm and fell to the ground, hitting Fei Du, who came out last.

Fei Du was saying goodbye to Tao Ran at first, but the person who bumped into him was startled and took a half step back.

Before he could react, the woman stretched out her claws as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw, desperately grabbing Fei Du's valuable trouser legs, and said incoherently, "You can't go, you can't go! You have to give me a replacement... you can't go..."

Several policemen were about to come up to pull the person, and the young man who pushed the woman down also frowned and walked up: "Master Fei..."

Fei Du was also shot while lying down, frowning at the woman who was throwing himself on top of him, and patted her on the shoulder awkwardly: "Would you like to get up first?"

The woman raised her head abruptly, just looking at Fei Du. She was sobbing, tears streaming down her face. Her image was really not very decent, and the intense grief turned her into a mass of mud.

Fei Du was suddenly stunned, not knowing who he saw through her eyes.

He bent down, held the woman's shoulder very gently, supported her to stand up again, and then waved at Zhang Donglai and them: "You go first."