Chapter 51 Humbert Humbert

The assistant's expression was a little hesitant. Fei Du just glanced at her and saw what she wanted to say, and said very understandingly: "There are documents that need my signature and put them on my desk, I am in a hurry. Go back to the company to sign at night."

"There are still a few emails from partners, you may need to reply in person," the assistant quickly added, "Then what time is it suitable for me to come and pick you up at night?"

"What time is not the right time," Fei Du opened the car door with one hand, and laughed when he heard this. "I'll call the car back myself. What if I delay you from get off work to meet your boyfriend and you don't like me in the future?"

The assistant said very generously: "My boyfriend wants money but no face, and I don't even know why I keep him. As long as you give an order, I will kick him immediately!"

"Have pity on the poor man kneeling at your feet. Besides, your makeup is so beautiful today, how can you just show me and the computer? It's too much of a waste." Fei Du got out of the car, and before leaving, he held onto the door of the car. He leaned down and told her, "This car is a bit of a thief, go back and drive slowly, and send me a message at the company."

The assistant subconsciously followed his voice and looked at her makeup in the rearview mirror, and found that her lip color had faded a bit. After Fei Du left, she took out her lipstick and touched it up a few times. Then, she couldn't help but look up. Fei Du glanced at him.

Fei Du's back always had a unique kind of ease. From the back, his arm that was forced to hang up because of the cast seemed to be no different from the usual way of serving champagne. He just used the attitude of attending a dinner party. Leisurely walked towards the city bureau.

The assistant's surname was Miao. Unlike the secretary of the "Big House Manager" who specialized in trivial matters, she was born in a prestigious 800-year-old school and had a very strong working ability.

Tipping is always a famous "friend of women", he can tease any girl casually, as if he is familiar with everyone, but in fact only his real direct relatives know what he does every day.

Fei Du has always been very well behaved, rarely rejecting the opinions of the senior management team, and he understands the reason why professional things should be handled by professionals, but in other matters, his temperament of a rich boy is particularly prominent, and he may have been born in Jinyi since childhood. Jade is used to food, and he can't be greedy in his bones. Some insignificant interests can be let go. Therefore, he has a very harmonious relationship with the small shareholders, and he is very easy to handle the world. He is a very "worry-free" successor... Assistant Miao had seen with his own eyes how he seized the power of the entire group back then.

But it is very strange. From Assistant Miao's point of view, their "young master" is not the kind of pioneering and enterprising leader. He has never had the ambition to step on the Asia-Pacific and dominate the world. As long as he wants to spend money, he will of flowers, he seems to have no other ideas.

At the beginning of his succession, he seemed to be just trying to show his sense of existence and tell people not to fool him. After he figured out the operation of the entire group, he never pointed fingers too much, and it was even more outrageous in the past six months. , Shenlong spends more and more time seeing the beginning and the end, and it means to be the hand-dragging shopkeeper.

It sounds like this is because young people haven't made up their minds and haven't figured out what they want to pursue.

But Assistant Miao always felt that Fei Du was a very thoughtful person, and it shouldn't be this kind of painting style of "challenging three and four" and "anxious tails". She glanced in the direction of the city bureau in a puzzled way, and felt that the entrance of the public security bureau was really lively. , and then he drove the car away with a heavy heart.

The entrance of the Yancheng City Bureau was indeed too lively. No matter legal or illegal, there were full of cars parked. A small policeman was holding a ticket, not knowing whether to post it or not, and was looking around blankly.

There were several staff on duty at the entrance of the reception room to be responsible for registration, and the number of visitors was almost catching up with the grass-roots police station.

Fei Du followed a group of people who were walking inside. He didn't even say hello, he just got in for no apparent reason.

He watched from the sidelines, and found that the people who came had a wide range of ages and identities, three religions and nine styles, all kinds of attire, there were middle-aged people with dignified expressions, and old people with weathered faces.

Some people carry pictures with them, others look like couples - they seem to be more sticky than normal couples, often holding hands or following each other closely, as if one person has difficulty walking upright and has to support each other Only then can we stumble and continue to move forward.

From time to time, an uncontrollable sobs would suddenly burst out in the crowd, and at this time, the tired expressions of the people around them would change accordingly. However, except for Fei Du, a curious outsider, most of them would not go back to find the source of the crying, as if they were tacitly aware of each other.

Fei Du frowned, vaguely feeling something.

He had come to the city bureau many times to report that he was already very familiar with the road, and while no one was paying attention, he slipped into the building by himself, and was considering whether to make a phone call when he bumped into Luo Wenzhou at the door of the bathroom on the corner.

Luo Wenzhou's already obvious double eyelids had an extra crease because he stayed up late, and his body smelled of smoky smoke. He had just washed his face with cold water, and the water droplets all over his face were running down his neck. His T-shirt His chest was wet, and the inside was unobstructed. Fei Du's eyes followed his chest without a trace until the waistline. If his ròu eyes could also be used as a camera, he must have captured more than ten close-ups in an instant.

After he had seen enough, Fei Du pushed up his sunglasses and made his opening remarks like a gentleman: "Why, before the Xiling case was dug up yesterday, did you have a criminal record?"

When it came to murder and arson, Fei's reaction was faster than anyone else's. Luo Wenzhou had no strength to be surprised, and nodded very tiredly.

"It's a big deal," Fei Du put his hands behind his back, glanced out the window, and added, "It's usually parents who come here on such occasions. I think the age range of these parents is a bit big. How much have you dug forward? year?"

"Twenty-two years." As soon as Luo Wenzhou spoke, his voice felt a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat with force, "The Guo Fei case in Lianhuashan happened twenty years ago, but similar victims and similar cases were there. It happened two years ago, and it has never stopped since Wu Guangchuan died."

Fei Du took out a box of mints from his pocket and handed it to him.

"The preliminary inference is that it is a gang," Luo Wenzhou sighed. "Every year, there are various cases of lost children. There are all kinds of cases. Most of them can't be recovered. They can only rely on blood samples and DNA collection, and then someone will report suspected beggar children in the future. Or take these records to try your luck when you catch a human trafficking gang. These lost children are neither alive nor dead, and it is difficult to define the situation. Usually, the front-line police are responsible for filing the case. Usually, when they come to us, only A year-end record reported below, as long as the data doesn't seem outrageous, no one will pay too much attention."

"But the old detectives who handled the old Lianhuashan case were still in office a few years ago, right? If one or two of them, like your master, are obsessed with that case, I'm afraid the problem would have been discovered long ago—unless all subsequent cases were A key link is missing." Fei Du's reaction was so fast that it made people feel a little scared, "It's the part that tortured the victim's parents later, right?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word and chewed the mint candy.

"Suppose there is such a gang that uses harmless little girls to get close to their targets and takes those girls away without knowing it. I think they don't want to attract attention," Fei Du said, "to the victim's home. The harassment call is too 'personal' to serve the interests of the 'group', which wants a little girl in her early teens, and the harasser wants the girl's tormenting parents. It sounds like The 'bait' is out of control."

Su Xiaolan twenty years ago, Su Luozhan twenty years later.

Why does everyone have something that only I don't? Parents, family, everything I don't have, I'm going to destroy them.

The call Guo Heng received was from a garbage station in the wilderness. There was a toll station on the only road leading there. After repeated investigations, it was obvious that the caller did not pass through the toll station, but after detouring the national road. Suddenly parked the car on the side of the road, took the kidnapped Guo Fei up a big slope, and made that phone call.

At first glance, this matter sounds illogical, but Guo Heng sent a guess that could not be followed, so the police investigating the Lianhuashan case did not accept it.

The girl on the phone didn't speak, just screamed. The bell in the pencil case made Guo Fei's family take it for granted that the scream was from Guo Fei, but... what if the girl on the phone wasn't Guo Fei at all?

If Guo Fei had been killed at that time, the murderer drove his little accomplice, driving in the wilderness, looking for a good place to dispose of the body, during which the girl suddenly couldn't bear the psychological pressure and broke out, and ran out of the murderer's car .

Luo Wenzhou closed his eyes gently, imagining what the twisted little accomplice was thinking at the time... Fear? nausea? incredible? Is it still full of twisted jealousy and hatred?

He found himself completely unimaginable.

Just like many people who have lived in peaceful times since childhood, they are told to speculate out of thin air what to do if the fire of war suddenly burns to their door. Friends are together", "How to ensure the basic needs of life on the way to escape" and other plans similar to "Wild Survival Challenge".

As a normal-minded adult, even if Luo Wenzhou summed up various bizarre criminal motives countless times, he could only use some words floating on paper to speculate on the girl's state of mind back then.

Why hasn't something similar happened in the past 20 years?

What kind of connection is there between Su Xiaolan back then and Su Luozhan today, the deformed mother and daughter?

Fei Du asked, "Can you secretly let me in and have a chat with Su Luozhan?"

Luo Wenzhou came to his senses and said to himself, isn't that nonsense?

Just as he was about to refuse, he raised his head and saw Fei Du leaning against the wall opposite the corridor, his eyes falling silently on him. He seldom noticed Fei Du's eyes, because among adults, unless they were planning to gān If they were fighting or planning to fall in love, otherwise they would not stare at each other endlessly. In my impression, Fei Du’s eyes were mostly teasing, cold, and sneering… Every one of them turned up. Eyelashes are shouting in unison "I don't like you".

It had never been as quiet and harmless as this time, and even with Fei Du's words "secretly", Luo Wenzhou had to smack a little softness from it. What are you kidding me?" He was speechless.

This is the bad root of a man!

Luo Wenzhou sighed inwardly, but his tone was still involuntarily softer: "I'm afraid that won't work, it's not compliant."

"I didn't let me sit in on the interrogation last time..."

"That was specially approved by the leaders."

"Let him approve it again, after all, I have had a direct conversation with Su Luozhan," Fei Du revealed his usual, somewhat cynical half-smile, "and I wrote an article on 'victims' research before. I was fortunate enough to be picked up by a teacher not long ago and included in the reference materials of the third edition textbooks of related subjects. By the way, in April this year, I also got a postgraduate quota under the Applied Psychology of Yan Gong University. In September, maybe he can be regarded as half an insider—Captain Luo, why don’t you call and ask the leader who was very flexible last time?”

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

When the fuck does this happen!