Chapter 17 Julien sixteen

The sharp and short cry for help pierced the quiet dining hall through the receiver. Even Fei Du, who was sitting opposite, heard it. Luo Wenzhou called back, but he couldn't get through.

Although there was only one sound, Luo Wenzhou could still hear that it was Chen Zhen, the driver of the black car.

Chen Zhen reported Wang Hongliang because he had eavesdropped on Chen Yuan's phone calls, and with some speculations that sounded like his own, he could never come up with any real evidence.

I don't know if Chen Yuan was afraid of hurting the family and left nothing behind, or if Wang Hongliang killed all the clues in the name of "anti-drug" after killing him. In short, the only thing Luo Wenzhou got from Chen Zhen was an old photo album of his sister.

When they parted, Luo Wenzhou could clearly sense the young man's unwillingness, and he specifically instructed him: "If there is no evidence, don't talk nonsense with others, and don't go to verify it by yourself, and call me anytime you think of anything. —Even if you risk evidence, it may be useless, and we won’t necessarily think it’s effective.”

Luo Wenzhou thought that this sentence had been thoroughly explained, and it should be enough to keep Chen Zhen's boy honest. Who would have thought that something had happened to him in less than a day.

Luo Wenzhou immediately pushed the shrimp plate in front of Fei Du: "Eat it first. After you finish eating, clean up the plate by yourself. I have something to do. Let's go first."

Fei Du didn't say yes or no. He slowly opened a carton of lemon black tea and took a sip. It felt sour and bitter. It really wasn't for people to drink, so he threw it aside. He watched Luo Wenzhou's back hurriedly leaving.

Luo Wenzhou had Chen Zhen's contact information, but the number just now was completely unfamiliar. He called Bureau Lu while driving fast to the flower district.

"Uncle Lu, it's me. I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to apply for approval now. Can you find a way to find someone to locate the two numbers for me?"

Bureau Lu answered the phone call for no reason after get off work, but he wasn't surprised: "What number, where are you?"

Luo Wenzhou quickly reported the unfamiliar phone number of Chen Zhenhe just now.

Bureau Lu hurriedly wrote it down, and before he hung up, he asked, "What's your current situation, can you guarantee your own safety?"

"My surname is An and Mingquan." Luo Wenzhou smiled indistinctly, then he swung the steering wheel sharply, turned from Nanping Avenue to the Panqiao, and headed straight for the West District.

The night became sultry without warning, and Xia Yi was full of people. Occasionally, birds roared through the sea of ​​​​cars in a thrilling manner, almost walking close to the ground, suggesting that a heavy rain was about to hit.

The evening rush hour on Friday usually lasts longer. Fortunately, this is the last day of the restriction of odd and even numbers. The central business district is warming up for the weekend. After chasing the people passing by, through the wide street, we shuttled past Luo Wenzhou's car, until he completely turned into the complicated streets of the West District, and then he died.

Bureau Lu was quick and reliable, and it didn't take long for a technician to reply to Luo Wenzhou—Chen Zhen's cell phone was located near Guanjing West Street in the West District, and the location of the unfamiliar phone number should be very close to him. , the real name has been registered, and the number belongs to a woman named "Wu Xue chūn".

"Wu Xuechūn," Luo Wenzhou was somewhat surprised, "is a person with a name and a surname?"

"Yes, that's the name," the technician gave him a positive answer, "Captain Luo, I'll send her ID card information to your phone later."

The navigation indicated that he had reached the vicinity of "Gujing West Street", and Luo Wenzhou slowed down—the reason why he dared to rush over alone in the middle of the night was because he was certain that Wang Hongliang would not dare to do anything to him.

A slut like Wang Hongliang used to bully the superior and flatter the inferior. He was defiant, and divided people into three, six, and nine classes. Among him, some people were ants who were not worth mentioning, and they would be crushed to death if they were crushed. No matter how much someone hates it, he can only pinch his nose and fawn.

Although Luo Wenzhou himself was nothing, it was fortunate that his father had not retired.

If Chen Zhen encountered danger while calling him for help, then the other party must have known of his existence. The number was registered and it was easy to track. Wang Hongliang should have immediately understood that it was only a matter of time before Luo Wenzhou came over.

According to common sense, Wang Hongliang will now take the initiative to contact him to test his attitude and seek a private solution.

Yet not yet.

Luo Wenzhou immediately realized that no matter what happened that night, Wang Hongliang probably didn't know it, and maybe his subordinates made up their own minds.

It's dangerous, but definitely an opportunity.

Luo Wenzhou's cell phone rang, Wu Xuechūn's ID card information came over, and he parked his car at the entrance of Guanjing West Street.

Guanjing West Street is a “pedestrian street” that integrates open-air barbecues, night markets, and “big health care”—you can only walk here, because illegal stalls occupy the road everywhere. Except for “dogs riding rabbits”, other motor vehicles Can't get in at all.

The air was filled with the smell of smoky roasted ròu, the big shirtless man fry the snails in the iron pot to the sound of "squeaking", and the special "service staff" with heavy makeup stood on the corner of the street, making skewers and other businesses. Without delay, the smell of the sewer turned up one after another, and there were a few people blatantly fishing for waste oil not far away.

Luo Wenzhou glanced around, almost suffocated by the crowd, he pondered for a moment, and walked towards a gathering point of black cars.

The drivers of the black cars "get off work" early, and they are gathering together to gamble. A middle-aged man with good luck slams the poker on the hood of the car, laughing with big teeth that go in and out: " Fuck, what's the matter, if you don't accept it, pay for it!"

He said, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he asked his companion for a cigarette, and before his companion gave a confession, a hand suddenly stretched out behind him, handed a cigarette, and lit it for him.

Several black car drivers turned their heads in unison, and saw a man with wide shoulders and long legs, who was very seductive.

It was Luo Wenzhou.

"Dude, let me ask you something." Luo Wenzhou politely let out a round of cigarettes and said with a smile, "Yesterday I limited the number, got in a brother's car, and threw the contract I just signed in the car. The contract is only a few pieces of paper, and it’s not worth a penny to others, but if I can’t get it back, I’ll have to commit suicide to apologize—I won’t let you gang up in vain, whoever sees it and tells me, I’m very grateful.”

Luo Wenzhou did what he said, and was never vague. Speaking of which, he didn't rush to ask questions, but opened his wallet first, and handed a red bill to one person: "Excuse me, spread the news for me, I'm sure I won't break the bill. "

He is a good hand at cheating - he provided the model and shape of the black car in detail, but the license plate number was deliberately ambiguous. He only said the first two letters and the last number, passing by, and then describing the image of the driver with gestures .

The black car drivers have their own organization and turf division, and this little information is enough for them to discuss and conclude: "Is it that boy Chen Zhen?"

Luo Wenzhou shut his mouth at the right time, looked straight at him, and hesitantly floated among the few people, floating in a daze that could be confused with the real.

Under the bounty, the black drivers quickly disbanded the game and sneaked into the narrow alleys without a sound. Luo Wenzhou lit a cigarette for himself. He saw Chen Zhen's car parked on the side of the road and gave him the exact location and Chen Zhen's phone number.

The phone number must be unreachable. Luo Wenzhou quickly settled the cash and asked that person to take him to the place where Chen Zhen parked—it was an open-air parking lot outside Guanjing West Street. A parking space was planned, but no one was there. watch over. Chen Zhen's second-hand old car was parked alone on the side of the road, with people coming and going nearby, but the owner of the car was nowhere to be seen.

There is the only surveillance camera in the parking lot, which was shattered in half by some bear child, apparently the bones are cold.

The person who provided the clue probably felt that he was making money too easily and felt a little uneasy, so he volunteered to go around to inquire about the whereabouts of the car owner Chen Zhen.

Luo Wenzhou circled around Chen Zhen's car alone, and found a cigarette butt lying on the ground outside the driver's door. The person standing here at the time left a disturbed footprint when stepping on the ash.

Luo Wenzhou stood still at the footprints, with his back to the car door, and looked around.

Chen Zhen ignored his warnings and acted in private, mostly in a very enthusiastic state, so he stood here alone, smoking several cigarettes, what was he doing? Are you suddenly indecisive about what you're doing?

Or... what are you waiting for?

At this moment, the person who had just collected the money trotted back all the way, and whispered to Luo Wenzhou, "I think you might as well put a note on his car, and let him see it and contact you. I just heard about the clothes seller over there. She said that she had an impression of Chen Zhen, that kid stood here for a long time strangely, and then went to the 'Hongfu Grand View'."

Luo Wenzhou: "Hongfu Grand View?"

"That's it!" The man who reported the letter raised his hand and pointed to the opposite of Chen Zhen's parking lot. There was a brightly lit entertainment center with a big sign "Billiards, Chess and Cards, Massage, KTV" hanging at the door. platoon.

Luo Wenzhou quietly sent the message "Hongfu Building, East Exit of Guanjing Street, Huashi West District, requesting support" to Bureau Lu, sent the messenger in a few words, and walked around the Hongfu Building. After checking the surrounding environment, he caught a Putting his hair down, he swaggered in.

The hall is covered with thick marble, and the light bulbs under the large European-style chandeliers are broken, and the lights are a little dim. A few idle young people are suspected of being hooligans. .

Luo Wenzhou didn't see it at all, and went straight to the front desk, reaching out and knocking on the table: "Book a private room, and a friend will come over soon."

Immediately, he picked up the wine list next to him, and quickly scanned the list of wines that were 50% more expensive than the market, as if he didn't notice it.

The front desk didn't expect such a big customer with a lot of stupid money to drop from the sky, and hurriedly registered his order: "Sir, please speak slowly..."

Luo Wenzhou suddenly stopped.

The front desk looked up suspiciously, and saw the "guest" looking at her fixedly, his eyes were ambiguous but not meaningful, he lowered his voice and asked, "How much is the minimum consumption for you to designate a 'waiter'?"

After a pause at the front desk, he showed a "very understanding" smile. He also lowered his voice and gently took out an album from under the table and pushed it over: "You can take a look at the photos first."

Yishui's "artistic photos" in the photo album are very unartistic, they are all snake faces with heavy makeup, and a wind of pornographic photos from the urban-rural junction is blowing.

Luo Wenzhou flipped through the photo album twice, deliberately showing a little impatience: "This photo is so unrecognizable that Mom doesn't recognize it. Is this normal for you?"

The receptionist was about to answer when he saw Luo Wenzhou leaning forward slightly. He seemed to be unable to continue his performance, and impatiently "seeing a dagger" and asked, "Do you have any one named Wu Xuechūn?"