Chapter 27: Julian

Those high-rise buildings have icy-colored facades, and the body that goes straight up and down is full of oppression. The halls are often covered with stone bricks that can be seen. The front desk and security will pay attention to everyone who sets foot in them.

There are elevators in a building - elevators have their own rules, some can't go up, some can't go down, some have to distinguish between odd and even floors, and some have to swipe a card to use them. The rule of integration often leaves strangers at a loss, and then they feel estranged from this small "country" that rejects people thousands of miles away.

But the Twin Towers are different. Even though it has been renovated and renovated several times, he still knows it like the back of his hand. He used to be an intern here for half a year, but he still couldn’t stay. They would rather have someone who only understands European and American legal systems.” "Famous School" international students.

Now, he is not what it used to be. Those good-looking lawyers can only try the basic contracts in the first instance. If they really start a case that requires a very high degree of professionalism, they still want to invite him back as a consultant. In this building, the former intern Xiao Zhao has transformed into "Mr. Zhao".

But every corridor, every stairwell hidden in the dark, was still scrutinized in his mind. Even if there is no power outage, he is sure to avoid the surveillance in the building.

It's a pity that the time and place are right and people are available, but they are still messed up.

When he was in the crowd and was about to watch a splendid "performance" on the "Sky Curtain", but was interrupted by Fei Du in the middle, he was out of anger, and almost immediately determined that this was a despicable hype. ——Maybe it was to support his friends, or maybe it was for any commercial purpose at all.

These people hold unimaginable property and social resources, even if they are all rough, even an ordinary due diligence report can make them drowsy and yawning all day long - as long as they are occasionally heard by countless professionals Work hard and pretend to make one or two obvious conclusions, and they will be hailed as "young talents" immediately.

A policeman came to maintain order with a few night market security guards who came to help temporarily: "Everyone, please don't stay near high-rise buildings, we are still investigating the roof, there is some danger here, will you cooperate? Thank you, no I'm sorry, it's all for everyone's safety..."

The crowd moved slowly in response, and no one noticed that a gentle and white man turned and disappeared into the darkness.

The police came to evacuate the crowd here, indicating that they were almost there, and the stupid woman hadn't jumped off.

He didn't know if she was temporarily scared, or if she was blinded by the poor performance of the little white face. It stands to reason that he had prepared a plan - there was only one direction on the roof of Building A facing the central square, and he specially made it on the guardrail. Hands and feet, even if she hesitates temporarily, the loose guardrail will help her make a decision.

His arrangement should be foolproof, but what happened?

He has to go back and see.

He made a simple calculation, played a trick, did not enter Block A, but went around to the end of Block B, sneaked in through the side door of a cafe at the bottom of the office building, and walked on the emergency channel for express delivery and takeaway errands, running all the way. On the eighth floor - there is an air corridor between the twin towers, which happens to be connected to the emergency ladder on the eighth floor.

The entrance and exit of the air corridor are monitored, but it doesn't matter. There is a green wall on one side of the corridor, and a fèng gap for one person to pass through at the back, which is a blind spot for monitoring. Even though he knew that the Twin Towers were dead silent due to the power outage, and the surveillance was all useless, he still decided to be as cautious as possible.

The blackout was a gift from fate.

He was proud and walked briskly through the green wall, not paying attention to the wind that he brought up and swaying a piece of climbing plants.

Rows of green walls blocked the camera. He didn't notice that, with the slight trembling of the leaves, the originally dead surveillance camera suddenly turned to a very small angle——

Luo Wenzhou came down with the emergency personnel and put Wang Xiujuan into an ambulance. When he turned around, he happened to see Tao Ran and a few criminal policemen escorting a handsome man into the police car. The man who had met once felt his gaze, and his hatred and angry eyes immediately poked at him.

Tao Ran gestured at him and raised the evidence bag in his hand, which contained a pair of gloves.

Luo Wenzhou nodded, picked up a cigarette, and looked up and down the prisoner.

The man yelled at him angrily: "I just came back to get a document, why do you arrest people casually? Do you have any evidence? Can the police just arrest an innocent person to commit the crime if they can't solve the case? Let go, you savages, You can't afford to wrinkle my clothes!"

"Oh, Jin Gui," Luo Wenzhou said with a cigarette in his mouth, "it scared me to death, it seems that the poor guy has to borrow some money from Father Fei first."

Seeing that man escorted into the police car, Luo Wenzhou stretched out his hand and blew him a kiss: "Goodbye."

The voice fell, and a hand reached out and unceremoniously took the cigarette from his mouth.

Lang Qiao's makeup had been worn long ago, revealing the dark circles under her eyes that had been running around for most of the night, and her face was so troubled that there was nothing left except her eyes. She threw the cigarette into the trash can a few steps away, and pointed to the ambulance behind. Car: "You go up to me too!"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

"Look at your virtues," Lang Qiao said angrily, "Get in the car quickly, stay in the hospital tomorrow, and don't come back."

Luo Wenzhou sighed, "Daughter, before she's an adult, is she planning to seize the power of her father and emperor?"

Lang Qiao's Qiqiao smoked, and poked him with his sharp fingers: "You..."

"Hey, don't make trouble," Luo Wenzhou interrupted her, "Do you know where President Fei is?"

Lang Qiao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the "Sky Curtain". The "Sky Curtain" had already played the closing ceremony rehearsal. At this time, the end was coming to an end, and the lights were dazzlingly dazzling. Obviously, it was a little bit meaningless. The onlookers were bored and went to the circle of friends to discuss the topic.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it, you look for him..." Lang Qiao twisted his neck to look around, and when he turned around again, Luo Wenzhou was nowhere to be seen.

Luo Wenzhou casually took off a coat from a police car that no one knew who had put it there, and draped it over his body to cover the blood. called Fei Du and got through, but no one answered. Luo Wenzhou then strode to the economic and trade center, and went to the control room first. He saw a group of staff eating supper, and when he asked, he found out that Fei Du had already left.

He inquired about Fei Du's general whereabouts, and immediately chased him out, making a phone call while walking. Finally, he finally heard the "You raise me up" bell at the back of the building.

Luo Wenzhou followed the sound and found that there was a small garden there, surrounded by shrubs, with several stone tables and chairs. When looking up, he could see a corner of the "sky curtain", but there were no street lights.

Fei Du sat on one of the stone piers, and he didn't think it was dirty. He leaned on the stone table and put his mobile phone aside, like a public speaker.

Luo Wenzhou hung up the phone and walked over: "Let me order some songs for you?"

Fei Du was too lazy to pay attention to him, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

Luo Wenzhou stiffened and sat down a few steps away from him: "Why don't you go see her?"

Fei Du said lazily, "Didn't they all be rescued?"

"The murderer loosened the guardrail on the roof," Luo Wenzhou said, "almost."

Fei Du's hand beating on the rhythm stopped for a moment, then opened his eyes to look at him, but it happened to meet Luo Wenzhou's gaze.

Luo Wenzhou's face was very haggard. When he sat down, his back was unnaturally on the floor, and he looked a little paralyzed.

However, two clusters of light were reflected in his eyes from nowhere, pulsing slightly, but not scorching.

For a moment, Fei Du felt that this man who was still familiar was a little strange.

Luo Wenzhou's brows were clear and handsome, his figure was still very good, and he didn't look much older. Some people believed him when he was in his thirties, and some people believed if he was in his twenties—but Fei Du knew that when he was really in his early twenties, it wasn't like this.

At that time, Luo Wenzhou was a real young master. He was very skillful. He was always shrewd in his speech, and he didn't show any sympathy.

At this time, his appearance is like a stone sculpture that has been polished by time. The original blurred outline is clear, but the soul floating on the surface has settled down. From a deeper place, it is almost gentle.

Luo Wenzhou changed his sitting position slightly: "Is what you said on the sky just now true?"

Fei Du raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Of course not, I'm just confusing myself and her experience, trying to establish a emotional connection with her."

Luo Wenzhou hesitated for a moment—he didn't have much experience talking to Fei Du, and he always accidentally entered into the phase of personal attacks on each other. For a long time, he didn't think of the right words, so he had to say something as always.

Luo Wenzhou: "I investigated your father back then."

This is not new. A woman died silently at home. The only son insisted that she did not commit suicide. To be on the safe side, in addition to the forensic evidence, he must also check the people around the deceased a little bit. Therefore, Fei Du took some points. He glanced at him impatiently, wanting him to stop talking nonsense.

"During this process, I found out that another group of people was also following him. I caught him and asked, and found out that they were a group of unemployed young people who called themselves 'private detectives'. Did you pay for it?"

Fei Du's patience ran out, he stood up and was about to leave.

"Another time, when you were doing homework at Tao Ran's house, you left some unused calculation paper with indentations on it. Later, I painted it with a pencil and found it was a copy of your father's itinerary. It's been more than two years since your mother's accident, and I thought at the time, have you been watching your father's whereabouts for more than two years?" Luo Wenzhou didn't care about his attitude, and said quietly, "I once I think this incident is creepy, and then your dad has an accident again..."

Hearing this, Fei Du paused in his footsteps. He happened to walk beside Luo Wenzhou, and suddenly smiled silently.

He looked down at Luo Wenzhou, his eyes a little dangerous and asked, "Do you suspect that it was me who did it?"

Luo Wenzhou met his eyes that could fly out of peach blossoms at any time, and couldn't help but sighed in his heart—this kid is really worthy of the audience.

Fei Du bent down slightly, put a finger on his lips, and whispered to him softly: "It's probably me, Captain Luo, think about it, whether he died or turned into a vegetative state, I am the sole heir to his huge fortune, as long as..."

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Wenzhou suddenly broke the process of pretending, and he reached out and grabbed Fei Du by the collar, pulling his neck down, and then slapped him on the forehead.

The palm of his hand was so hot that Fei Du felt as if he had been hit with a soldering iron, and he took a half step back in astonishment.

Luo Wenzhou: "I'll talk to you nicely, why are you so annoying?"

Fei Du came back to his senses, and angrily pulled back his collar—who is it?

As a result, Luo Wenzhou said the next sentence: "But I suddenly felt that in order to save a woman I didn't know, someone who was willing to open his chest in public shouldn't be a dangerous person. I was going to do it for the prejudice and suspicion of these years. I apologize to you."

Fei Du was stunned for a while, but before his sneer could mature, his neckline suddenly sank without warning, and Luo Wenzhou fell forward heavily, just right on top of him.

Fei Du suddenly felt that he was being wrapped in a hot electric blanket. After a moment's stunned, he tentatively reached out and touched Luo Wenzhou's forehead with the back of his hand. It was so hot that it was almost smoking.

Fei Du pinched the corner of his coat again, opened it and glanced at it, and immediately turned his head after a glance—he wanted to vomit again.

He kept this weird posture and poked on the spot for a while, finally calming his tumbling stomach, staring blankly at Luo Wenzhou, as if wondering whether this five-flower ròu should be stewed or fried.

Later, he probably felt that this person had rough skin and a too old taste. Fei Du gave a "tsk" in disgust. He bent down and made several gestures. He didn't want to carry him or hold him, so he tried to drag him. He carried the belt on his shoulders, and found that the goods were a little heavy.

Fei Du threw the fainted Luo Wenzhou on the stone chair beside him, picked up the almost dead mobile phone and dialed Tao Ran.

"Hey, is it 110?" He said in a bad tone, "I picked up an old man, and it seems that he is dying.