Chapter 15 Julien

"I hate analyzing victims the most," Lang Qiao pouted and put a pen under his lips and nose, "Sometimes victims are hurt for no reason, and I have to think about this for a long time. Why do you say that? Why do good people have to end up like that just because of bad luck? Why do people who work hard to live for so many years will eventually be brought up by someone for no reason? The scum hastily ended? But if the victim is not innocent, or he deserves it, I think he deserves it, and we look for the murderer for him, but it seems to be helping Zhou become nüè, I... oops!"

Luo Wenzhou rolled the document into a paper tube, tapped the back of her head, and shattered Lang Qiao's tirade.

Lang Qiao hugged the back of his head: "Why are you beating me up again, what I said is normal for people, and police officers are people too!"

Luo Wenzhou: "Do you want to get paid?"

Lang Qiao: "...Yes."

"If you want to take care of your life, where do you get so many testimonials?" Luo Wenzhou grabbed a whiteboard with one hand, and under the photo of the boy with a small crescent scar on his forehead wrote "He Zhongyi, male, eighteenth. Basic information such as age, deliveryman, H province”.

Then, taking advantage of his height, he cast his gaze from above the small whiteboard, and through the clear glass window of the office, glanced at Fei Du, who was accompanying Mother He outside.

Mother He didn't know if she had listened to someone talking nonsense or not. She felt very desperate for Zhang Donglai to be released by the Municipal Bureau.

Maybe it was instinct to grab a life-saving straw, or maybe it was because Fei Du and Zhang Donglai were in the same group, so "you can't let him run away." When Mother He was blank in her mind, she subconsciously held on tightly. Lived in Fei Du's clothes.

Fei Du was forced to stay dramatically, and that's why there was this scene outside the window.

Fei Du was a young man after all, and it would be easy to get rid of this sick woman who was not as tall as his chest. However, unexpectedly, he did not have a seizure, just quietly accompanied this old and ugly woman. sit.

At this time, Mother He had recovered from the exhaustion and collapsed and regained some sense of sanity. Luo Wenzhou saw Fei Du take her hand, leaned down, and was talking to her in a low voice, not knowing what he used With flattering words, Mother He calmed down slowly, and even occasionally nodded and shook her head in response.

"Has Ma Xiaowei been released?" Luo Wenzhou asked, looking out the window.

Tao Ran put down the phone: "No, the branch office gave me news that Ma Xiaowei had a drug addiction attack at their place, and the police found a lot of drugs in bulk from his residence, so he detained him by the way."

Luo Wenzhou: "Can we call someone in and ask?"

Tao Ran shrugged: "No, it's because his state is very unstable. If something happens, the sub-bureau can't take responsibility. If you really want to ask, let us send someone to the sub-bureau to ask."

Wang Hongliang seemed to have made up his mind that he would never let them touch Ma Xiaowei alone. For this reason, he gave the teenager the treatment of cultural relics in the museum - only allowing others to look through the window, if they wanted to take it away, there was no way.

At this time, two detectives from the Criminal Investigation Brigade walked in and carried a cardboard box: "Boss, we have brought back all He Zhongyi's personal belongings, and we just returned them to the family members after checking, there may be useful things."

He Zhongyi doesn't have many personal belongings. He has a few pieces of clothes—mostly work clothes that are uniformly distributed to employees at delivery points—some very basic daily necessities, a mobile phone box that he is reluctant to throw away, and a diary.

It is said to be a diary, but in fact it has no content. It is basically a ledger and a memorandum.

In addition to being a deliveryman, He Zhongyi should also often do some short-term part-time temporary workers, and there is always a small amount of income. Piecing things together, his monthly income can catch up with a small white-collar worker.

The account book was very meticulous. Even the two or five for breakfast was in it. Luo Wenzhou turned a few pages and suddenly paused, "Let me see what the note that was pasted on the deceased's head looked like at that time."

Someone immediately pulled out the close-up photo and handed it to him.

I saw that the word "qian" was written crookedly, and it was a kind of "baby body". The hook on the right was very large, and it almost took up half of the whole word. same.

"This word is the deceased's own handwriting." Tao Ran was stunned, "Wait a minute, I remember that when He Zhongyi appeared at Chengguang Mansion that night, he was carrying a kraft paper bag. Could it be that there was a note in the bag? The kraft paper bag disappeared, what was in it?"

Luo Wenzhou glanced at He Zhongyi's notebook: "Is it possible that it is cash? Look here."

Outside the window, Fei Du nodded approvingly: "The money spent on medical treatment is indeed a lot, but he had just arrived in Yancheng at the time, and he had just started working, so where did he get so much money?"

Mother He whispered in a hoarse voice, "It's a salary advance from the public."

"Gongjia?" Fei Du wasn't familiar with this term, so he was slightly taken aback before he realized it, "You mean the place where he works?"

Mother He is not in good health. She is a rural woman who has little contact with the outside world. She doesn't understand the short-term and laborious labor-employment relationship of the laborers who do manual labor. Many people live a day for a day's money, and the boss and the worker are suspicious of each other. Bosses who can run away at any time and are willing to advance wages to workers are basically doing charity.

And even if the boss is virtuous and kind, willing to save an emergency, it is enough to pay a month or two's salary in advance, but the money that He's mother uses to see a doctor is roughly equal to a deliveryman's salary for several years.

For such a big person, selling labor is definitely not rewarding, and selling one's body is almost the same.

And Mr. Fei, who is also quite experienced in male sex, objectively recalled He Zhongyi, who had a one-sided relationship, and thought that only in terms of appearance, the young man was really not worth the price.

So who lent him the money at the time? Why didn't he tell his mother the truth?

He Zhongyi's account book recorded a debt of "100,000 yuan", and this mysterious debt had no reason. For this reason, all the police officers of the city bureau were dispatched and spent most of the day trying to find out where He Zhongyi worked and what he was doing. The people around him inquired over and over, and all the people who were asked were inexplicable. Not only did they not admit that they had borrowed money from him, but they also said that they didn't even know about him borrowing money.

When Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran returned to the city bureau, they found that Mother He was curled up on a few chairs, already asleep, and Fei Du had ordered a thin blanket over her.

Tao Ran walked over and asked in a low voice, "Why did she sleep here?"

"I said to take her out to stay in a hotel, but she refused. She insisted on guarding you to catch the murderer." Fei Du looked up and saw Tao Ran was sweating. He frowned, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over. "Do you usually work so hard? It hurts to look at."

Before Tao Ran could answer, Luo Wenzhou next to him said coolly, "The people's police are like this. If you feel bad, you should pay more taxes and find less things. But then again, Mr. Fei, don't you overbearing presidents take care of everything? Why am I? See how busy you are?"

Fei Du smiled slightly: "I keep a bunch of professional managers, and I don't want them to talk shit. I'm really grateful to Officer Luo for caring about my financial security. Actually, it's not necessary. Putting your pocket money in the bank to get interest is more than your lifetime salary.”

Tao Ran: "..."

As expected, the two mentally retarded were at peace for only three minutes, and the fuck came again.

With one hand, he separated the two men fighting each other, dragged Luo Wenzhou into the office with one hand, and pointed at Fei Du warningly with the other.

Fei Du didn't think he was embarrassed at all, and pinched his fingers very vaguely.

Luo Wenzhou was furious: "He's..."

Tao Ran closed the door of the office and said helplessly, "After get off work for a while, the two of you can go out and have a good time."

Luo Wenzhou keenly heard a little bit of implication in his voice: "Huh? You have something to do after get off work today?"

Tao Ran turned around and glanced at him: "I'll go on a blind date."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned.

Tao Ran patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, I'm too old to be a single noble with you anymore."

Luo Wenzhou glanced at the ground, pondered for a moment, then he smiled, pointed at Tao Ran and said, "You traitor, you betrayed the organization without saying hello, our immortal 'Death Corps' isn't it? I'll let you go."

Tao Ran thought for a while: "Then I'll bribe you. If you have children in the future, I will recognize you as a father."

"Don't," Luo Wenzhou waved his hand, "One Luo Yiguo is enough for me, I don't have the addiction to being a 'father', the future of the motherland still depends on you straight people to work hardOkay, you can go first if you have something to do. If the murderer keeps following Zhang Donglai to follow the progress of the case, I guess he will act in the next two days, we will wait while investigating."

Tao Ran shook his head, packed up his things and planned to leave, but Luo Wenzhou suddenly stopped him from behind.

"As soon as you betrayed the organization, I really felt a little lost in love," Luo Wenzhou muttered, "By the way, Fang slave, do you want to borrow a car?"

Tao Ran: "Fuck you!"

That night, Zhang Donglai heard from Zhang Ting about the whole process of entering and leaving the little black house. He believed that the lawyer played a great role in it. He went home and took a shower with grapefruit leaves. He would invite the lawyer to eat alone that day.

Compared with their counterparts who provide non-litigation legal services for major funders, criminal lawyers have high risks, high pressure, and not much money. With a classmate relationship like Zhao Haochang, this kind of good thing is probably not up to him, and the lawyer is willing to make an appointment.

Zhang Donglai graciously gave him a red envelope. He originally said that he was going to drive the lawyer back. As a result, just after leaving the hotel, he happened to meet a beautiful woman with nine heads. He greeted Zhang Donglai very familiarly, and his attitude was natural. Zhang Dong's car.

The lawyer felt that it was not good to be around others to glow and heat, so he sat in the back seat consciously, and said that he only needed to take himself to the nearest subway station.

In the car, the beautiful woman and Mr. Zhang, who were not ashamed or ashamed, said a word to me, and the onlookers felt like they were sitting on pins and needles. The lawyer didn't have such a thick skin, so he pretended to be a ball of air and leaned back to fiddle with his mobile phone. When passing an intersection, Zhang Donglai stepped on the brakes a little harder, and the lawyer leaned forward a bit. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner.

The lawyer thought that something on the car seat was thrown off by the brake just now, and planned to pick it up, but he was suddenly stunned when he bent over.

He saw that it was a silver-gray striped tie with a big-name label on the tail. It was of good workmanship, but it seemed to have been rubbed vigorously and had been deformed. in the gap between the chairs.

"The deceased suffered blunt trauma to the back of the head and died of suffocation. The murder weapon was a soft cloth, and it is possible that a silk scarf, a tie, a soft rope, etc..."

The lawyer originally drank some wine, but at that moment, the wine snorted and evaporated from the pores he opened.

At this moment, Zhang Donglai seemed to finally remember that there was a living creature in the back seat. As he started the car, he looked back at him: "Lawyer Liu, why are you bending over? Did you drink too much or have an upset stomach?"

The lawyer straightened up in a hurry, the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, his limbs were cold, his ears were buzzing, and he forced a smile: "I... I'm a little dizzy."

Zhang Donglai looked at him through the rearview mirror. don't know if it was because of the light, but Lawyer Liu always felt that there was something unspeakable between his eyes.

Fortunately, Zhang Donglai didn't take him to heart, he just looked at him twice, and soon went to chat with the beautiful woman next to him. Attorney Liu kept his sitting position stiffly, turned on the camera of his mobile phone, and secretly took a picture and found the tie. Then he stretched out his feet little by little, picked out the tie with his toes, and quickly put the tie into his bag through his sleeves under the cover of his briefcase.

Just when he didn't have time to take out his hand, Zhang Donglai looked at him through the rear-view mirror unprepared: "Is that the one standing in front of Lawyer Liu?"

The lawyer made his heart almost stop with fright, completely lost his language function, and nodded hesitantly.

Zhang Donglai raised his eyebrows: "Why do you sweat so much on your face, and the air conditioner is turned on too high?"

The female companion on the co-pilot is no longer arrogant: "It can't be lower, people are afraid of the cold."

If it wasn't for a silly girl who didn't know the truth interrupting him, Lawyer Liu felt that his appointment had been frightened crazy. He didn't know how he got out of Zhang Donglai's car. Zhang Donglai politely peered out of the window and said, "Lawyer Liu, are you really okay? I really don't need to take you home?"

The lawyer pulled his facial muscles hard: "I really don't need to."

Fortunately, Zhang Donglai was fascinated and didn't really want to send a man with five short statures home. After getting confirmation, he immediately stepped on the accelerator and walked away.

A gust of night wind came over, and Lawyer Liu realized that his back spine was soaked through.