Chapter 54 Humbert Humbert

Fei Du was stunned for a moment, then leaned back as if he didn't care, and asked in a confused manner, "Huh?"

When he leaned on him, he was very playboy-like. The corners of his mouth were stretched out without a smile. He turned his head to look at Luo Wenzhou, and asked knowingly, "What happened to me yesterday?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He found that he was so cheap that he was more accustomed to Fei Du, who had the words "looking for a beating" on his forehead, rather than Fei Du's ambiguous attitude.

When two people are alone, if one of them has a sign of being out of breath, the other will easily push his nose on his face.

Luo Wenzhou's brief silence made Fei Du mistakenly think that he was speechless, and felt interested, he couldn't help teasing Luo Wenzhou again: "Yesterday I was obliged to send warmth to all the police officers, is Team Luo going to apply for a pennant for me again? ?"

As he spoke, he leaned a little closer to Luo Wenzhou, and the light of different shades folded out of his eyeballs, which spread out from the pupil in a clear circle, like a frozen ripple: "What are you going to write this time? Think about..."

"Fei Du," Luo Wenzhou suddenly said in groups of five, "If you keep being so idle, I'll think you have 'inconvenient intentions' against me."

Fei Du: "..."

Because of the special relationship, most of the time Luo Wenzhou was serious in front of him, and after a long time, it always gave Fei Du the illusion that "this person wants face".

Fei Du was stunned for a moment, and a message of "the enemy is advancing, I will retreat" came, and he looked back at the funeral home with a dark tone outside the window: "Captain Luo, are you sure you want to discuss such an indecent issue with me in this environment? "

"Apart from the rude question, I also have the serious question," Luo Wenzhou said. "Are you planning to be the boss of your hand from September onwards, throwing your thousands of dollars into someone else's management?"

"I don't need to worry about this, I have a reliable team," Fei Du shrugged, "It doesn't need to be too reliable, just a little more reliable than me—even if I quit the daily operations, the company's major decisions still need to come. Ask me to sign, my control is still there, and besides, even if the stall is really scattered..."

"The rest of the scrap metal, even if it is dismantled and sold, is higher than the lifetime salary of our grass-roots civil servants. The parentheses include pensions, calculated based on the average life expectancy of 250 years old—right?" Luo Wenzhou interrupted him. Showing off your wealth, "Don't talk nonsense, when your father had an accident, you were still in school, even though you were slack in school - then why wouldn't you believe in that 'reliable' team, How about honestly being a shareholder who pays dividends every year?"

Fei Du raised his head, and caught Luo Wenzhou's gaze in the rearview mirror.

"You didn't take over your father's company for money, you were investigating him," Luo Wenzhou said affirmatively, "According to this inference, you are now studying for the University of Yan for the same purpose, for what—or should I say, you are for Who?"

"Maybe it's for you?" Fei Du said without changing his face, "Maybe it's because I suddenly changed my taste and started to covet Team Luo's... um... serious unpopular feeling?"

Fei Du, this grandson, was full of words without a single word of truth.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes aggressively swept across Luo Wenzhou's straight nose bridge and slightly angular lips, as if ready to kiss him at any time, and asked in a slightly nasal tone, "How do you know that I study very loosely. , Team Luo, in addition to secretly sending warmth, have you cared about my report card?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He exhaled from his nose and unlocked the car door. Under the playful gaze of the guy, he stretched out his hand without warning and grabbed the collar of Mr. Fei's shirt with a sense of design, destroying the man's tail. láng-like sitting posture.

"First," Luo Wenzhou said solemnly, "My handsomeness has always been widely recognized by the general public. It belongs to the timeless classics of beautiful men. If you think I'm unpopular, it only means that you read too little and are ignorant."

"Second," his eyes swept across Fei Du's plaster-dangling hand, revealing a bit of horror, "Tsk, darling, I haven't seen a person who dared to speak as boldly as you for some years, just like you. Son, do you want to soak me? You'd better make more milk with more calcium first, Mr. Fei!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the car door and said to Fei Du, "Get out."

Mr. Fei was invincible in all kinds of flirting situations. It was the first time that he encountered such a blunt setback. He felt very fresh. As a disabled person, he was knocked out of the car by Luo Wenzhou in a paralyzed state. Luo Wenzhou's back figure was temporarily silent, and he shut up and followed him to the Memorial Hall.

The atmosphere in the nostalgic hall was chilling. The refrigeration system installed in it might not be an air conditioner, but a refrigerator.

As soon as they entered the door, a gust of coolness swept through the door. Several staff members checked Luo Wenzhou's documents suspiciously, not understanding why the police came to check the urn.

"What do you want to do?" The administrator of the Nostalgic Hall said while swiping the card to lead them in, "We don't violate the law and discipline, but there are some troublemakers. When did our people's police have such a wide range of business?"

Luo Wenzhou was actually calm on the surface at this meeting. He had just eaten someone's full-fledged provocation, and the hoarse tail sound seemed to be still ringing in his ears, making him impetuous, and he just wanted to let the whole world hear it. Shut up, so he answered in a sullen voice: "What if someone puts a bomb in the ashes wall?"

The administrator of the storage room gave him a shocked look, obviously taking Luo Wenzhou as a creative pervert.

The storage area is a whole wall, with small cells from the bottom all the way to the roof. Su Xiaolan is in a corner... a small crystal photo frame.

"106 in Area C - Su Xiaolan," the administrator checked the names, "it's her, her daughter and her fiancé are here. If you have any questions, you can ask. I avoided it. I'll come in in 20 minutes."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands together, bowed a little to Su Xiaolan's photo, and moved his legs to avoid it.

Luo Wenzhou patted off Fei Du's hand to get Su Xiaolan's photo, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, first checked whether the crystal mirror frame was interlayered, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, he handed it back to Fei Du, and went to turn over the urn again. Next to the "burial" item.

"This photo is very interesting." Fei Du said.

“It’s so interesting,” Luo Wenzhou said as he turned over. “It’s the same one that was stored in our bureau’s archives twenty years ago.”

The small box where the urns were temporarily stored was not large, and it was easy to see what relatives had put there. Apart from the photo frame, Luo Wenzhou pulled out an old skirt from the inside, as well as menthol cigarettes, lipsticks and other routine items that looked like women's personal belongings. Funerals are worthless.

"The so-called commemorating the deceased is actually a ceremony for the living. When paying homage, the photos that are placed often represent the image of the deceased in the hearts of the living relatives and friends - if it is someone who gets along with the deceased day and night, it is often a recent photo of the deceased. If the relatives and friends who are far apart and have few opportunities to see each other, will put commemorative photos. In addition, a few deceased people are more self-conscious, and relatives and friends will respect them after passing away, and will choose their most satisfactory photos according to their will, usually representing It is the greatest achievement in the life of the deceased. Usually, it is these kinds of situations." Fei Du tapped lightly on the crystal photo frame, "So the most valuable moment in Su Xiaolan's life was when she was twelve or thirteen years old. And then, in someone's eyes, is she already dead?"

Luo Wenzhou was checking to see if he had missed anything, but before he could speak, the phone rang suddenly.

The abrupt "Song of the Five Rings" vibrated back and forth in the tortuous storage room, and the echoes fluctuated, giving the effect of a horror movie vividly. Luo Wenzhou himself got goosebumps, and the manager who claimed to "avoid" just now The clerk stuck his head out in a daze, and said quietly: "Turn off the mute, police officer, in public places, pay attention to your quality, you are disturbing people's rest like this."

"This eldest brother," Luo Wenzhou said with murderous intent, "if I didn't have the quality, you would definitely be lying on the ground by now."

The administrator did not dare to reason with the barbarian, and quickly retracted his head.

Luo Wenzhou picked up the phone in the gust of wind with a pale face: "Tao Ran, what did you find out?"

"That community was still there back then," Tao Ran tugged at the collar of his uniform under the scorching sun, took advantage of his phone call, and jumped to the bottom of the tree to escape the summer heat, took out an old photocopy of the map and kept fanning it, "I'll hurry up. Baked - This community is called 'Xiangyang Community'. It was the first batch of commercial houses more than 20 years ago. At that time, it was still relatively high-end. I heard from the uncle who played chess nearby that when Jinxiu was here, A lot of students from wealthy families are renting here.”

"What about the courtyard wall?" Luo Wenzhou asked. "According to Guo Heng's statement, back then he could see Wu Guangchuan's house through the cutout on the wall. Where is it? Can you locate it?"

"This piece has been remodeled for so long that my mother doesn't even know it. You're really going to cause us problems, boss." Tao Ran took a breath and brushed the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. His colleagues waved at him-they hired a few surveyors from a nearby construction site, using Xiangyang Community as the cornerstone, and according to the proportions on the old map, they sketched out the old traces of the year in a completely unrecognizable place. .

The road has more than doubled. It turns out that Wu Guangchuan's home has been filled up by the road. Fortunately, the street is sparsely populated in the midsummer afternoon. Two policemen each held a wooden tower and stood in the middle of the road at 1.5 meters. The gate of Wu Guangchuan's house.

Tao Ran walked along the desolate Xiangyang Community Wall for a while, and said to Luo Wenzhou, "I think this location should be between Buildings 7 and 8—according to Guo Heng's description, this location is right on the corner, and I can see Wu Guangchuan's house tens of meters away... This place is hard to find, Wen Zhou. The bicycle shed originally built in the old building is here. There is a small aisle less than one person wide. At that time, he brought Guo Heng in with a familiarity, how do you think he found this place?"

The voice fell, and a message had been sent to the two of them's mobile phones simultaneously. It was Lang Qiao.

Lang Qiao went to Jinxiu Middle School and dug out the old files kept by the school, and found the contact address Xu Wenchao registered with the school when he was in junior high school - Building 8, Xiangyang Community, Unit 201.

Tao Ran held the phone, turned his head to look at the old building with mottled exterior walls, then quickly got out of the small fèng, turned and ran up to the second floor of Building No. 8. The windows in the corridor that had been open all the year round were rusted. A layer of oil stains over the years, just in the same direction as the master bedroom window of room "201".

Tao Ran opened his eyes wide and leaned over to look. He happened to see his two colleagues holding a tower ruler from the window. A few meters behind them were some stones, representing the basement of Wu Guangchuan's house—many basements in old houses used to be. They are rented and sold independently, so most of them are not closed, and they also have windows. Iron fences will be placed around the house, and flower beds will be placed outside the iron fences to prevent people from falling and to prevent others from peeping.

Twenty years ago, the city was not so flamboyant. After nine o'clock at night, the streets were sparsely populated, and there were not so many night owls who came out at night.

Some people who can only live in the dark carefully surveyed their surroundings, making sure that it was already dead of night, so they peeled off the camouflaged skin, took out their dark bones and looked at them, and did their best in the basement where the sun didn't see the light of day.

Wouldn't there be a pair of condescending eyes that could just cross the flower bed and see everything from that fateful angle?

Tao Ran, sweating and jerking, rushed into the family committee of Building No. 8 in three steps and two steps, and photographed the work card on the staff's table: "Excuse me, let me see, the owner of the 201 house in the third unit is Who, has it changed in recent years?"

"201?" The staff turned over the registration records, "No, it has always been the original owner."

Tao Ran took a deep breath: "Is your surname Xu?"

"It's not Xu, the surname is Sun—the old couple," the staff turned to the old building manager next to him to confirm, "Is that right, Sister Zhao?"

"Yeah, I'm not too young, I have a daughter, she's in her forties, right?" The middle-aged woman next to him poured a glass of water for Tao Ran, Tao Ran said thank you, feeling a little disappointed - he I don't know what happened just now, but suddenly there was a sense of no reason in that corridor, as if there was something in Room 201 next door, it turned out to be nervousness.

Tao Ran was about to say goodbye when he heard the middle-aged man who poured water for him say again, "My daughter has the ability, she went abroad to settle down, and took her parents away a few years ago, I even talked to his uncle at that time. God, it was said that I wanted to sell the house before I left - what happened after that? I don't know if I couldn't find a suitable buyer or what, I don't think it has been transferred to anyone else - but it may have been rented out, water and electricity There has always been someone jiāo paying for something..."

When Sister Zhao said this, she suddenly remembered something, her voice stopped abruptly, and she looked awkwardly at the colleague next to her.

Tao Ran was taken aback: "Eldest sister, do you know who the tenant is?"

Sister Zhao made a "haha" and glanced down unnaturally: "I don't know, I haven't encountered it very much. Now all the water and electricity are bought by themselves, and the owners will not come to us if they are okay."

Tao Ran's eyes turned to the large copybook on the wall of the family committee office, "Removing potential safety hazards and severely cracking down on group renting" behavior. With a tense expression, he deliberately asked, "Wait, you don't have illegal group renting, right?"

The expressions of the two staff members changed at the same time, and Sister Zhao quickly defended: "No, that family is not very lucky. The tenants are always changing, not group rents, absolutely not..."

Tao Ran stood up suddenly: "Give me the key!"

Bad properties collect money and acquiesce in building group rental houses without permission in the old community, but "201" people come and go, is it really group rental houses——

At this point, Luo Wenzhou had already looted a home for "Su Xiaolan" and found nothing, so he looked back at Fei Du helplessly: "Mr. Fei, you are not reliable occasionally."

Fei Du leaned against the ashes wall without any hesitation: "Do you want to check the last place first and then judge whether I am reliable?"

As soon as he said that, he stretched out his hand and took out Su Xiaolan's urn directly. The two layers of silk on the top were wrapped tightly. He seemed to be unpacking someone's clothes. With a light touch of his finger, the silk could not wait to fall off. Come down, revealing the square solid wood box inside.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."