Chapter 87 Macbeth (twenty-eight)

It seemed to be the voice from his dream, and it was so familiar that it fulfilled his long-standing expectation.

Fei Du's knitted brows slowly loosened, letting go of his involuntary drowsiness amid the faint smell of smoke in his imagination. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he was still thinking about how he wanted to hold the hand that covered his eyes. ——Unfortunately, one arm has a hanging needle, and the other arm is imprisoned by a plaster cast, and the limbs are not enough, so have to give up.

As long as Fei Du has self-consciousness, it is as if he has regained the scepter of destiny. In his heart, he seems to have a rocky mountain guarding one side. He cleaned up his distracting thoughts and tried his best to coordinate with his nearly exhausted body functions. Every sleep was his "charging" time, and every day he woke up, he was recovering at a speed visible to his eyes.

Of course, Brother Luo's "care" was a big part of it.

This person claimed to be here to take care of him, but in fact, the serious work is done by other carers.

Luo Wenzhou's day-to-day task was to come to him to eat three meals, and then idly watch football games and games on the TV in his ward.

Food

In the program, saw him falling asleep with energy before leaving.

The most outrageous thing is that every time he eats, he has to go to the upper air outlet to let the taste of the pork rib soup float over. "Zizi" sounded—sound, color, scent, and surrounded Fei Du, who couldn't speak or move like a zombie. He could be described as four in one, allowing him to experience what it means to "repay kindness and vengeance" from body to heart.

Fei Du, who was taking the nutrient solution, stared at Luo Wenzhou with silent eyes.

Luo Wenzhou met his gaze, as if he could not see the silent condemnation inside, and he published a small oral thesis: "My mother boiled pork ribs soup, what kind of stuff, I said earlier that her level would be 'low-lying'. If you don’t listen to it, you have to say that it’s unhealthy, you need to simmer it, look, the seasoning is not right, the salt is not right, let alone the heat, and if you feed it to the cat, I think the cat will have to dig it out and bury it.”

Then Fei Du watched helplessly as he babbled about his disgust, while suffocating half a bowl.

Fei Du: "..."

Luo Wenzhou looked at him for a while, and seemed to suddenly understand something, so he leaned forward humbly; "Why are you staring at me, do you want to eat?"

Fei Du gave him a slight wink.

Luo Wenzhou took the last spare ribs without hesitation: "When you can call me 'brother', I'll give you some sweetness."

Fei Du: "..."

He wasn't actually interested in pork ribs soup, he just thought it was interesting to watch Luo Wenzhou. This gentleman was one of a kind, and when he walked in, he kept the cold and empty ward alive.

Luo Wenzhou broadcasted the meal in front of him, and did not work for the nurses. He limped to clean up the dishes, then looked out like a thief. Seeing that the medical staff had no intention of returning for the time being, he quickly closed the door. , slipped over to Fei Du's side: "Do something that violates discipline, and don't make a sound."

Fei Du lowered his eyes and glanced at himself, feeling that from head to toe, he really had no room for "violating discipline", so he looked at Luo Wenzhou with anticipation, and wanted to learn a fashionable way of playing with his senior brother.

... Then he saw Luo Wenzhou take out a small bottle of honey out of nowhere.

Fei Du thought without expression: "Oh."

He really isn't the kind of person who can't stand it if he can't eat and drink for a month or two.

"Quietly," Luo Wenzhou said to Fei Du in a low voice, like a criminal peddling big cigarettes, "I'll give you one sip. Is there any more?"

As he spoke, he poured a few drops of honey into the bottle cap, mixed it with a little warm water to dissolve it, then dipped a cotton swab a little, and carefully smeared it on Fei Du's lips that couldn't see any blood.

Although Fei Du felt that this level of "violation of discipline" did not meet his expectations, he still licked it lightly to save face, thinking to himself, "Sophora japonica nectar."

At the same time, his eyes swept across the man in front of him—Luo Wenzhou seemed to have lost a bit of weight, and his broken bones could not be repaired by chewing on a few spare ribs. It's hard for him to keep his true balance. Under the rolled up shirt sleeves, there are scratches that are about to heal. There are only a few shallow marks left. There was a smell of detergent warmed by body heat.

"Skin with this kind of body temperature must feel very good." Fei Du had such a thought in his heart for no reason. He squinted his eyes slightly, and silently switched to the perspective of a bird in clothes, thinking that Luo Wenzhou was permeating the air at this time. With a slightly haggard face, it looks very seductive.

Even though the disabled Mr. Fei was just a living zombie who could blink his eyes, it still didn't prevent him from wandering around Luo Wenzhou's "below the neck and above the knees" for a few laps, and it definitely felt better than the pork ribs soup that had been criticized.

Luo Wenzhou fed the water attentively, for fear that the cotton swab would hurt him, and he had to be careful not to rub the sticky honey water all over the place. The honey water from a bottle cap would almost make him sweat, and he had no time to pay attention to a certain bourgeoisie. Deep and malicious eyes.

"What did you say you were blocking over? Hide well behind the front of your car, at the most rubbed the oily skin." Luo Wenzhou fed him water unconsciously, and said in a soft voice, "You are not planning to drive. Is it a professional pervert of the 'No Trace Murder Training Center'?

The corners of Fei Du's mouth twitched slightly.

"Smile," Luo Wenzhou said again, "I almost thought that your 'masterpiece' was going to be a smash hit. Two days ago, I specially asked someone to buy a photo frame. Now it's framed, and I'm going to hang it on my head in the future."

Fei Du was a little puzzled at first, and didn't understand what the so-called "masterpiece" meant.

It took him a while to think about it—the meeting was held that day, and he drew two portraits in the meeting minutes book, with Luo Wenzhou as the protagonist. One is well-dressed and sitting upright, the other is more "casual" and more casual...with only a tie.

The former was held upside down on the author's chest by the great Luo team, and the latter was torn away by him on the spot.

Fei Du couldn't help but imagined the scene where the painting was "mounted on the head". He bowed to Luo Wenzhou's three-foot face on the spot. He subconsciously pursed his lips, and a drop of water flowed down his lips. a touch-

Fei Du licked it by coincidence, the tip of his tongue just touched his hand, and the two of them froze for a moment.

Then, before Luo Wenzhou could react, Fei Du curled up his fingertips with his tongue, and drew half a circle on his fingertips.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Fei Du seemed to have nothing to do, calmly withdrew the magical power on his lips and tongue, and looked at Luo Wenzhou calmly. Because these days, his eyes that had lost weight sharply and had grown bigger had to be bent without smiling. There was a hook at the corner of his eye. He had the "President Fei" look that Luo Wenzhou once gave him a headache at first glance.

Although he didn't even snort, Luo Wenzhou understood what the man was about to say from his eyes for no reason: "When you call me 'brother', I can promise you, and I'll give you some sweetness."

Among all the seriously injured patients in the world who were lying there with only five senses to make slight movements, Fei Du could win a world championship in the "hooligan" event.

Luo Wenzhou underestimated Daoer for a while, and felt that the fingers he had licked were a little numb, and it became hotter for a while, and his throat rolled impatiently: "You..."

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and Luo Wenzhou said, "...You wait for me!"

Tao Ran on the other side of the phone was puzzled: "Ah? What are you waiting for? It's not convenient for you to answer the phone now?"

"I didn't tell you." Luo Wenzhou angrily switched the phone to hands-free. After thinking about it, he was unwilling, and patted Fei Du lightly on the forehead, "What's the progress today?"

He was suspended from work and then on sick leave. He was at ease in the hospital, and he could even remotely control the case handling process of the criminal investigation team.

"We found the mail records of Dong Gan sending things overseas," Tao Ran said. "When Zheng Kaifeng's first 'deposit' was just sent, the address was the exchange point of the empty overseas underground bank, and the content of the mail was ' contract', and now this 'contract' in duplicate has been found - Dong Gan deposited it in the warehouse of their team, anonymously, and his colleagues did not know that the contents of the box belonged to him. We went through The administrator and other team members who had deposited things agreed, and they carefully checked everyone's belongings before they found it - this is an 'overseas investment agency contract', written in English, Dong Gan probably didn't understand what this thing was. What, so I left it and didn't send it to Dong Xiaoqing together."

Many overseas underground banks will use a "pawn shop" and "currency exchange point" as a guise, and the cash from illegal sources will change hands several times in their underground network, and finally deposit in the name of a certain institution. Banks, in the name of "investment", exchanged them for some kind of asset, and after a few ins and outs were laundered, the "legal" returned to its owner.

In order to murder Zhou Junmao, Zheng Kaifeng paid Dong Gan, the truck driver, two sums of money. The balance of the payment was made by the police because of the unexpected intervention of the police. The company remits it and launders it through the network of the underground bank. The whole process is almost over. If this incident does not happen to the public, after a while, Dong Xiaoqing may get this unexpected investment income and live ignorantly and richly.

Although Dong Gan's family is neither rich nor poor, the conscientious little people have never seen such a large sum of money, and they may not be tempted when they see it - because they know in their hearts that this is ill-gotten wealth, and they can be greedy with so much money. There is basically no concept of anything, and no actual greed can arise, so why is Dong Gan willing to give up his life?

Luo Wenzhou: "What else is in that anonymous storage warehouse?"

"There are photos of Dong Gan's deceased wife and a paper figurine—the kind that is burned to the dead—kneeling posture, with Zhou Junmao's name written on the back of his head." Tao Ran said, "We found all the nearby shops that do shroud wreath business. After checking it again, one family recognized this paper figurine. It was made a month before Zhou Junmao's car accident. The boss also pulled out the list. The signature and contact information are indeed Dong Gan, because the posture of this kneeling villain is very strange. The boss suspects that he is doing some kind of cult witchcraft or something, so he is very impressed with him, and the physical characteristics described are also suitable."

"I tried to restore the whole case - Dong Gan's wife died in a car accident twenty-one years ago, and he has been pulling his daughter to grow up alone over the years, never knowing the real cause of her death, and then suddenly one day, a mysterious The courier came to the door when he didn't buy anything and sent him a mysterious email, which revealed the real cause of his wife's death."

"Dong Gan was shocked and started to contact this mysterious person. He pretended to be shopping online and repeatedly purchased returns. In fact, he was contacting the mysterious person behind him through the courier. The other party sent the evidence to him and proposed to Dong Gan. Cooperation."

"Dong Gan doesn't care about how much money he can get. The flow of cross-border black money is too complicated for him. He should only want revenge, and he doesn't even want to find someone to translate those complicated capital contracts. The whole During the process, Zheng Kaifeng did not show up, and he hid himself perfectly in the case that year, and even bought the murder to kill Zhou Junmao, it should be in the name of Zhou Huaijin - this is why Dong Xiaoqing took the risk after learning part of the truth and assassinated Zhou Huaijin reason."

Luo Wenzhou: "Then how do you explain the email that Dong Gan sent to him during his lifetime?"

"It is speculated that it should be sent by Dong Gan," Tao Ran said, "Although Dong Gan's purpose is revenge, there is such a large amount of money behind it that it will be transferred to his daughter's account in the future. If Dong Xiaoqing doesn't know anything about it, then He might be frightened by such a large sum of money - it's just that he didn't expect Dong Xiaoqing to be so fierce."

Luo Wenzhou was still frowning: "Then according to you, who is responsible for Dong Xiaoqing's car accident?"

"Do you remember their neighbor's surveillance camera?" Tao Ran said, "It's the one that captured the arsonist—our technicians found that the host of the house where the camera was installed was hacked, and someone was monitoring Dong Gan's house through that camera."