Chapter 25: Julien

Wang Xiujuan, female, Han nationality, 48 years old, graduated from primary school, is the mother of He Zhongyi, the victim of the "5-20" case.

Her husband died in an accident ten years ago, and she was seriously ill and basically incapable of working. She usually lived on a small amount of hand-woven baskets and a small rent of two acres of arable land. Before arriving in Yancheng, she had traveled the farthest. The place is the provincial hospital.

It was the first time in her life that she came to Yancheng, and it was her only son who parted ways with her.

Other than that, there is basically nothing special to mention about her.

As for whether there are joys and sorrows, and whether there is any expectation and desire in the mediocre life, it is impossible to test.

"Continue to investigate suspicious vehicles passing near the city bureau - can the mobile phone be identified?"

"Captain Luo, her mobile phone is in the trash can not far from the entrance of the city bureau."

Luo Wenzhou picked up the walkie-talkie, opened his mouth and put it down again, speechless—that's right, a city of Yan was so big, for her, except for the mysterious person who kidnapped her, only scammers and salesmen would call her. 's number.

He stepped on the gas a little impatiently: "Because what? What is the murderer's motive? Can there be so many tricks to kill someone temporarily? Seriously, I am a little suspicious of your reasoning now-in addition, if the murderer is This Zhao Haochang, why did he throw the body in the West District? If he wants to blame Zhang Donglai, wouldn't it be better to throw the body directly at the entrance of Chengguang Mansion?"

The person next to him didn't answer. Luo Wenzhou glanced around and found that Fei Du was in a trance. He stared at the road through the front stall without blinking. Except for the fingers that had been tapping on his knees with 4/4, he hadn't moved for a long time. for a moment.

Luo Wenzhou unceremoniously stretched out his hand and tugged at him: "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Fei Du: "..."

Mr. Fei has grown so big, and no one has ever dared to touch his Jin Gui's head just touch it, it's still the kind of "slap in the face".

For a while, he seemed a little unsure of how to react, and turned his head to stare at this daring human, his eyes a little scary.

Luo Yiguo was staring at him every day and plotting to murder him, so Luo Wenzhou didn't care about this "she line", and still asked himself: "The one who threw the body in the Western District, and the murderer who killed He Zhongyi, could it not be at all. one person?"

Fei Du's brows moved slightly, and just when Luo Wenzhou thought he was caught in a new round of distraction, he said with words like gold, "Yes."

Luo Wenzhou: "Which one might be bigger?"

"Let's see if there are any other clues," Fei Du's body clock seemed to be on the right track - finally a little sleepy, he lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's just what I know. See, both possibilities make sense."

"The situation where the corpse thrower and the murderer are not the same person, there may be too much sex," Luo Wenzhou said. "Then let's not discuss this for now. If the corpse thrower is the murderer, then what is the logic of his throwing the corpse in the Western District?"

Fei Du opened his eyes, and his double eyelids, which were originally of moderate size, were pulled two layers thicker by him, and they pressed heavily against the sockets of his eyes.

He thought for a while, and said lightly and calmly: "It was inferred before that the murderer and He Zhongyi should have known each other. When you police handle a case, they usually investigate the victim's social relationship as soon as possible, so he is likely to be at risk. In particular, some of the things he carefully covered up may be unearthed in the process-why was the body dumped in the West End? You can think about it in reverse, if it wasn't for those selfie freaks who found the body...probably not. been found."

He may be like Chen Yuan, even if the corpse is exposed to the public, he will not be left behind in the end.

Fei Du paused, then added, "And in case an accident occurs, the first 'firewall' fails, and the body is still found, and the police begin to investigate the case according to the usual way, then set up a second firewall— —It’s Zhang Donglai. Zhang Donglai had a conflict with the deceased recently, and it belongs to the 'shallow social relationship', which you can find out with a cursory scan. Once the person is seriously suspected, the police will focus on this person. Then stop and slow down the excavation of other social relationships of the deceased. Because of Zhang Donglai's special status, whether you are investigating him or covering him up, if you can't fix it, you will be full of buns. Going to explore what a country boy would know?"

Luo Wenzhou was silent—their investigation was really the way of thinking.

Fei Du moved as if uncomfortable after sitting for a long time. He absently looked at the rapidly receding scene outside the car window. The circling Lijiāo Bridge was framed by the rows of street lamps in a winding and elegant panorama. The east area of ​​the flower market was far away. There is a clue that the fire tree and silver flowers never sleep. I don't know if it is his illusion. That night, the huge LED screen on the "Sky Curtain" corridor in the East District was brighter than usual.

Luo Wenzhou glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Are you all right?"

Fei Du asked without expression: "What can I do?"

Luo Wenzhou thought for a while, then pointed out bluntly: "Then why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

Fei Du was speechless for a moment: "I'm sorry Team Luo, I didn't know you prefer a more crude way."

Afterwards, the two fell silent at the same time, and both felt that something was wrong with what they said.

Fei Du thought to himself: Am I full?

It took Luo Wenzhou a while to react slowly, that little brat actually flirting with him!

Still teasing with a sarcastic tone!

"Calculate the psychology of the investigators and abduct people from the city bureau. If you don't consider the possibility of gangs committing crimes, I think this person must have a criminal record." Fei Du turned his head and stared intently at the East District of Huashi, which was constantly approaching. Fake amnesia and change the subject.

"What kind of criminal record?"

"The undiscovered - only crime buried in the dirt, can give birth to this narcissistic and insane arrogance."

A long line of police cars rushed into the central business district and quickly divided into several lanes, focusing on the vicinity of Chengguang Mansion, the central square and the places where He Zhongyi once delivered goods.

"Damn it," Lang Qiao's voice came out from the seriously disturbed walkie-talkie, "Is Mr. Fei also there? I said, do you usually have so many night owls here in the middle of the night?"

Fei Du was also inexplicable. Except for the bar street and the group of private clubs in the back, this o'clock usually stopped no matter what, even on weekends, it was rarely so lively.

"Wen Zhou," Tao Ran came in, "the brothers who checked the surveillance found a suspicious car with a trademark on it. It should be a relatively informal private car rental company. They have already gone to this car rental company just now. The person in charge of the company found that their business was very irregular, and it was impossible to tell if the registered ID card and the person did not match-"

"Whose ID is registered?"

"He Zhongyi." Tao Ran sighed, "About fifteen minutes ago, that rental car drove into the central business district of the Eastern District... sigh..."

There was a commotion all around without warning, abruptly interrupting Tao Ran's voice.

Luo Wenzhou parked the car on the side of the road, and when he came down to take a look, he saw that the "sky curtain" was suddenly filled with radiance, and then a huge countdown sign appeared: five minutes.

The "sky screen" itself is a huge LED screen, half of which is on the building next to it, like a flowing blanket, forming a huge corridor parallel to the ground at a height of about three floors above the ground, with pictures on both sides. ——Whether it is in the central square or on the surrounding high-rise buildings, the unfolded picture scroll can be seen.

Someone on the walkie-talkie explained: "Boss, it is said that the closing ceremony is rehearsed at the venue tonight. The viewing platform on the economic and trade building is the best viewing spot, and all the LED screens here will also follow the live broadcast."

"Whoever you love," Luo Wenzhou said. "How's the investigation of several key areas?"

"There is nothing near the Chengguang Mansion. I asked several security guards. They said that they didn't see anyone, or the surveillance could not come out. They said it was a private area. We have to check and get the procedures."

"There are too many people in the square, and we are asking one by one."

"Several cafes are closed, no one around - let's take a walk around his usual delivery route."

"Team Luo, we haven't been able to find the car yet. We are expanding our search."

Luo Wenzhou's ears were filled with a bunch of reports, he quickly sorted out the priorities, and was about to speak when he saw Fei Du suddenly get out of the car, staring at him with a very terrifying look. Looking at the countdown sign above the sky above - it is already four minutes and forty seconds.

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"To attract attention by means of suicide, the movement must be very loud, usually at a marked location or a place with a lot of traffic," Fei Du slowly opened his eyes, "In the eyes of the public, how can we make others see and see again Can't stop it?"

Luo Wenzhou raised his head abruptly. There were many high-rise buildings in the Central Business District of the Eastern District, row upon row, pointing straight to the sky. Looking up from the bottom, he was almost dizzy. On the background of the countdown board, there were fireworks patterns that rose and fell, and the flowers were constantly discussing. With a narrow and narrow time.

"There are seven or eight super high-rise buildings here, and there are no ordinary buildings..." Luo Wenzhou grabbed Fei Du's shoulder, "Which building will she be on the top of?"

Fei Du's face was ugly as if he had been painted with a layer of pale paint.

Luo Wenzhou immediately realized that he had asked a vexatious question—Fei Du was not an immortal.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie, took his long legs and ran to the most conspicuous economic and trade building: "Attention all groups, start checking all the roofs immediately!"

Fei Du had a strong feeling that when the countdown was over, something terrible would definitely happen.

For a moment, he stood there blankly.

Luo Wenzhou didn't even bother to close the car door, and no one was there anymore. But in less than five minutes, what can they find?

For a time, the woman's face with tears and smiles flickered back and forth in front of him, becoming a glimpse of light, and it gradually extended, sinisterly evoking the end of the distant light, extending to the luxurious and lonely big house in that summer. inside

At this moment, a sharp braking sound shattered his sanity. The detectives who had gone to the Chengguang Mansion to search but failed to arrive arrived. Tao Ran rushed out with a large group of people, while Tao Ran spoke quickly to the walkie-talkie. What, while directing everyone to act separately.

The countdown board is four minutes, three minutes and fifty-nine seconds—

Fei Du suddenly picked up his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number: "It's me, is the ownership of the 'Tianmu' corridor in the Economic and Trade Center? Find me their President Li, hurry up!"

The bar street was brightly lit, as bright as day. After listening to the gimmick of the light show, many entertainers came to the central square with colorful cocktails and cheered happily following the countdown. The battered police officers, wearing gorgeous lights, shuttled through all the high-rise buildings - when the elevator was too late, they could only run to the top of the building from the emergency stairs. After running to the top floor, out of breath, raised flashlight to search, no, and then turned around and went back to search for the next building...

The woman is standing high, and the person who brought her has left, maybe watching her somewhere?

She felt that the person was a little familiar, but she didn't go to the bottom of who he was. This familiarity comforted her.

Even though it was summer, the wind on the top of the building was still cold in the middle of the night. She glanced down and saw that the LED screens and radium lights in the central business district made her dizzy.

"How much electricity will this cost?" she thought ramblingly.

When she was at home, in order to save electricity, she would sit in the yard at night, and she was blinded by the moonlight to wash and wash. She could not turn on the lights without turning on the lights. She had never seen such an extravagant night with her own eyes. .

The woman glanced at the countdown on the big screen again: one minute and five, one minute and four...

So she bent down with difficulty and picked up a large sign from the ground. The outside of the sign was full of her "injustice qíng", and there were two sturdy cloth straps on the inside, which allowed her to carry it on her back like wings. .

She didn't know if the sign would be broken if it fell from such a high place, so she still hid a suicide note in her pocket - it was all printed by that person. As for what was written on it, she can only look at the whole thing, and have almost forgotten the little bit of reading and writing that learned when was a child.

The minute column of the countdown card quickly became "zero", and the seconds were rapidly decreasing.

The woman gritted her teeth, carried her "wings" on her back, and stepped over the guardrail——