Chapter 59 Reading aloud (2)

When Luo Wenzhou came out of the interrogation room, he felt that he was also a little confused. The high-level and long-term interrogation process was a torture for both parties, especially in the face of a suspect with psychological quality like Xu Wenchao, he did not give the other party a breather. In fact, there is no room for breathing.

Those who are running around are still looking for all kinds of evidence to support, and the interrogator and the interrogated have to deceive and judge each other through each other's expressions and the subtle information between the lines——

How much evidence did they have, and how much did Su Luozhan say?

Where did he contradict each other? Which sentence might be true, and which sentence should be avoided?

Are they cheating on me?

In which direction would he cheat to get him to admit it?

If you relax a little, Xu Wenchao will immediately seize the opportunity to quibble and refute the confession, and it is no use to change someone.

Luo Wenzhou basically stopped work above his neck, and navigated back to the office automatically based on his muscular memory.

When Qu Tong's parents heard the news, they chased after Binhai regardless of dissuasion, leaving only Guo Heng alone.

Seeing his back, Luo Wenzhou thought Guo Heng was asleep, so he subconsciously lightened his pace, picked up a uniform jacket that someone had thrown there, and was about to put it on top of him, when Guo Heng suddenly froze. look up.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes "twisted and twisted" from the bridge of his nose to his temples, like the cracked scars on the thirsty ground. In the whites of his slightly hairy eyes, cobweb-like blood threads wrapped around the eyeballs, and there was no sleepiness at all.

In the past, the bustling office area of ​​the criminal investigation team was silent, either it was still busy outside, or it could not bear to sleep. The two men were relatively speechless, the air seemed to be sticky and stagnant, and no matter how big the air conditioner was, it wouldn't turn on.

After a long time, Guo Hengcai was the first to speak with difficulty: "You... your leader surnamed Lu told me."

Luo Wenzhou slowly pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him.

"I didn't say too specific," Guo Heng said. "He said that you are still verifying some details - can you tell me the specific situation now?"

Luo Wenzhou paused: "That summer twenty years ago, Guo Fei accidentally met a girl who claimed to be coming to Lotus Mountain with her teacher. She wore a floral dress and looked very beautiful, but she always seemed to be unable to tell the difference between east, west, north and west. I asked her for directions a few times. One day, when the cram school was over, Guo Fei ran into the girl again. The girl seemed to be in a hurry, claiming that the teacher who took her was hospitalized, and she could not find her way back to the hotel by herself. The enthusiastic child, the teacher's comment at the end of each year has a "helpful" one, and it is still in the archives of Lianhuashan Primary School. She tried to explain it to the other party several times, but the other party still didn't understand, she thought, it was just a detour anyway. It's a short walk, it shouldn't be a few minutes late, so I decided to take the girl to her destination in person..."

From the first time he mentioned the name "Guo Fei", Guo Heng trembled uncontrollably, turbid tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, were intercepted by wrinkles, and then went to the gray temples.

When Luo Wenzhou said this, he paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on Guo Heng's shoulder. The bony shoulders and the undulating chest were combined, like a thin and old broken bellows.

Guo Heng took a breath from his surroundings with difficulty: "You say it, then you say it."

"That girl, Su Xiaolan, tricked Guo Fei into drinking the drink with added stuff and left her in the hotel, waiting for the murderer Wu Guangchuan to be discharged from the hospital. Wu Guangchuan deliberately used 'bad health' as ​​an excuse to leave the army, Got a bus, and after killing Guo Fei, Wu Guangchuan hid her in the trunk and left Lianhua Mountain. Su Xiaolan took Guo Fei’s pencil case.” Luo Wenzhou said—even though he knew that whether it was from Su Xiaolan Based on a series of facts, such as his diary, the consistency of criminal methods, etc., it was inferred that it was Su Xiaolan who killed Guo Fei back then. Luo Wenzhou gently twisted the facts in a seemingly objective tone, "Su Xiaolan's abnormal relationship with the murderer. , made her very jealous of the victim. On the way, she had a conflict with the murderer. She ran out of the car in a rage, climbed the big slope you found, and saw the public phone near the garbage dump. She suddenly thought Found a way to vent - gave you that screaming phone call and made you hear the pencil case shaking."

"Why...why..."

"Because she is jealous that Guo Fei has parents like you and a happy family. She has grown into a little girl 10,000 times better than her, and has things that she couldn't get if she lived 20 years longer."

Guo Heng looked at Luo Wenzhou following these words, and was speechless for a while.

"Uncle Guo, you didn't kill the wrong person back then, you were just... so kind, you never doubted another person in that house," Luo Wenzhou said softly, "but because you killed Wu Guangchuan in front of her, Su Xiaolan was shocked. For the first time, Su Xiaolan knew that what she did would bring retribution. She also lived a deformed and painful life, and the frequency of committing crimes was greatly reduced. You have saved a lot of potential victims. There are at least a hundred of them."

Guo Heng raised his hand to cover his eyes, sobbing.

Luo Wenzhou: "Uncle Guo..."

"Don't talk about it," Guo Heng waved at him indiscriminately, "don't bother to pick up a nice voice to comfort me, I thank you."

It was precisely because he rashly stabbed Wu Guangchuan back then that Su Xiaolan never dared to use the same method to torture the victim's family, and even adjusted his modus operandi after that, so that the files of the little girls who were later murdered were silently released. Mixed in with many lost children, it took twenty years to see the light of day again.

Guo Heng used to be impulsive and irritable, but he was not stupid and could hear such a lie with obvious flaws.

"Then where is my Feifei now?"

"Su Hui, the main offender at the time, was not involved in the case, so we infer that Guo Fei should have been along the national road from Lianhua Mountain to the city at that time."

"Can... can you still find it? Are you still looking for it?"

"If you can find it," Luo Wenzhou said, "it is impossible for people to say no for no reason. It must be hidden somewhere. There are always traces to follow. Even if you can't find it for a while, there will always be hope in the future. Even if everyone else forgets it, I Remember, don't worry."

Guo Heng left the city bureau in another morning, and Luo Wenzhou kept watching his back until he couldn't see it. He didn't know what Guo Heng would be like in the future, but whether it was sixty, seventy or eighty years old, people still had to live, life had to continue, and eyes had to look forward.

It could also be Luo Wenzhou's self-comfort. He felt that Guo Heng's back seemed to be a little straighter than before.

Luo Wenzhou shuffled back to the office, half slumped on the chair, let out a long sigh of relief, and then felt as if he had forgotten something. When he looked up, he saw a cup of cold coffee on the table.

By the way, he asked Fei Du to wait for him!

But obviously Master Fei couldn't wait for him in the bureau all night, he should have left early.

Just as Luo Wenzhou was holding the cup of coffee in a daze, a hand suddenly stretched out and took the cup away. Immediately, a dark woody cologne smell crept into the man's cuff. the nose, Luo Wenzhou subconsciously took a breath, his nose was a little gān.

Fei Du didn't know which Jingui hotel he had climbed out of, changed his outfit, and placed the breakfast and coffee packed from the hotel on his desk under Luo Wenzhou's confused gaze.

Luo Wenzhou said subconsciously, "You've had enough to eat, right? If you don't go back to stay at a hotel every day, then the hotel is yours?"

"You can say the same thing," Fei Du replied as a matter of course, "I own 60%."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Bosses who deliberately show off their wealth in front of the working class are bastards.

"Didn't you tell me to wait, do you have a few words to tell me?"

"Oh, yes." Luo Wenzhou opened the coffee and took a sip, trying to use the caffeine to retrieve his lost brain, "I want to tell you..."

What is he going to say?

Luo Wenzhou stopped for a moment, and was surprised to find that his memory had a brief fragmentation. No matter how he turned it, it was blank. He couldn't recall a single punctuation mark. He had experienced the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease in advance.

Fei Du's white shirt began to become a little dazzling, almost a double image appeared.

"let me tell you……"

Fei Du watched him talk nonsense like he was talking in his sleep, and then he tilted the back of the chair and fell asleep. He hurriedly supported the coffee that Luo Wenzhou was still holding in his hand, lightly rescued the cup that had almost fallen to the ground, and gave Luo Wenzhou's hand a comfortable shape.

The man frowned slightly, very haggard, his eyelids were folded three layers, and a layer of stubble appeared on his chin, which was usually cleanly shaved. Inexplicably, there was a bit of a decadent "uncle feeling", and his face was thin. a circle. After forty-eight hours of continuous rotation, even the angels were sluggish. Of course, his face would not be very good-looking, but inexplicably, his usual grouchy son-in-law dissipated, and something heavier and more solid followed.

Fei Du leaned sideways on his desk, stretched out two fingers to pinch Luo Wenzhou's chin, and gently turned it over to examine it carefully for a moment, like an antique collector scrutinizing and playing with a precious Ru kiln porcelain. After a while, he Standing up straight, he sighed silently, admitting that he was moved by the face.

Lang Qiao just rolled in from the outside, dragging the footsteps of a dead dog. At first, he thought that he could fall asleep lying on the road, but when he bumped into this scene head-on, the drowsiness on his forehead was so frightened that he scattered like a bird. The "Overbearing President" series of pornographic novels that she had read since she was a child whistled past her, and the police flower was stunned at the door.

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The "overbearing president" with bad intentions didn't panic in the slightest, he turned his head and winked at her, gave her a particularly intriguing smile, pointed to a large bag of food next to him, motioned for her to pick it up, and then picked up the cup of coffee that Luo Wenzhou had just drank. Taking a sip, he floated away.

Tao Ran was stabbed by the rising morning light and couldn't keep his eyes open. He was replaced by a colleague who came to support him. He shook off the dirt and got into a car. At this moment, the phone vibrated, and Chang Ning After sending a group photo, Chenchen leaned in her arms, and tugged at the corner of her sister's clothes with her fingers, but she still tried her best to smile for the camera.

"The doctor said that Chenchen was slightly injured and could be discharged from the hospital. My aunt said that I would like to thank you. Can I invite you and my colleagues home for dinner another day?"

For the first time, Tao Ran didn't reply to the goddess message in seconds, he fell asleep with his phone.

Fei Du took a taxi and returned to the company. Before going to work, he signed several documents that had been promised to Assistant Miao, and then sat alone for a while in the well-decorated office.

This is the office of Mr. Fei back then. There is a living room at the entrance, a wine cabinet hidden in the wall, and a large bookcase that reaches the ceiling next to it. Even bamboo slips are available, and the lower part displays the famous watches collected by the old owner of the office.

On the other side of the wall is a whole exhibition cabinet covered with a glass cover, hanging all ancient weapons, with a waist knife in the center, which is said to have been worn by ancient emperors. Under the cold light of the display cabinet, a few broke out of the cabinet, eating and drinking blood.

In the middle of the sofa is a one-meter-four-high display stand. It is round. The outer ring is filled with various coins that are no longer in circulation. Surrounding a small booth in the middle is an international jewelry design competition for three consecutive years. The winner of the work - only three years, the fourth year did not have time to put it on, the collector himself went to the sanatorium to lie down.

Every guest who comes to his office for the first time will be shocked by this small museum-like living room. People stay here for a long time, and money, power, ambition, and hope are almost drilled out of every open pore. .

The office and the living room are half separated and half connected, and are connected by an aisle that is only for one person. The aisle has a clever bend to prevent the light from entering the office. There are small ventilation windows on both sides of the office, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window in the back. , From here, you can clearly overlook most of the Yancheng City, and you can see the traffic flow slowly queuing up and the pedestrians as small as ants.

Fei Du got up and took out a not-so-thick folder from a locked filing cabinet. The folder contained several contracts, financial statements, and several major asset changes. It was a cooperation in the name of the group with a "Guangyao Fund". When his father was in power, he cooperated with this fund and made regular donations to one of its public welfare funds.

The agreed period has expired, the cooperation will naturally terminate, and the other party has no intention of renewing the contract.

And a project plan of "Binhai Marine Resources Leisure Resort - Building China's Maldives" lies quietly at the bottom of the dozens of documents. It was a project that Guangyao Fund once took a fancy to, and they were invited to inject capital. His father Yiyantang's board of directors rejected it on the grounds that "a large amount of capital is occupied and there is no mature profit model", and nothing has been done since then.

"Binhai..." Fei Du scribbled heavily on it with his pen cap.

The three principles of throwing corpses-

First, the place where the corpse is thrown is absolutely safe, no one outside the control will come to dig the ground, and no one will discover the secrets of the underground.

Second, it can perfectly mix the corpse into the body of normal death, even if it is found, it will not call the police.

Third, even if you call the police, the police cannot identify the deceased.

The third item was applicable 20 years ago. With the development of various criminal investigation and forensic techniques, it is basically impossible to realize it. With Xu Wenchao's IQ, he will definitely follow the first two items.

Why did he choose Binhai?

If it is thrown at the seaside, the risk of corpses being caught will be very high. For farther places, conditions for going to sea are required, and it is not possible to go every season. Some corpses can only be buried on land.

The origins and experiences of Xu Wenchao and the three generations of the Su family show that they have nothing to do with Binhai City. What was the reason for Xu Wenchao to choose this place? Is it just a freelance photographer who stumbles upon the beauty and inaccessibility of the landscape there?

A week later, this extraordinarily complicated, extraordinarily long, and extraordinarily sensational case was finally settled with the cooperation of the police from both places. I saw one of the other four people in the photo. They have a strict membership system and must have an introducer. At the beginning, they were only allowed to invite the little girl Su Luozhan for a meal. It cost a lot of money and maintained a long-term relationship. "Premium Membership" is allowed.

"Members" identified each other, pulled out the radish and brought back a bunch of them - including some "old members" who had already quit Jiāoyi who were not in the photo. There are actually some "successful people" who look like dogs. When the police came to the door, it was a sensation.

Guo Fei's body was very similar to the idea proposed by Fei Du. In a rural cemetery on the way from Lianhuashan to the urban national highway, according to locals, when cremation was not implemented there earlier, it was specially used to bury the dead. , There are many superstitions and legends in the local area about people who died prematurely. Generally, no one dares to approach. In the past, a villager drank too much and stumbled in. He accidentally found a grave that did not match. He was scared on the spot. ghost story.

Unfortunately, out of taboo, no one has really verified it.

News, evidence collection, public prosecution... All kinds of follow-up work continued, and when they came to an end, Luo Wenzhou was startled to realize that it was already mid-September.

On the first day, he returned to his life of commuting to and from get off work, and before he had time to fly, he saw a trot stop at the door, and a familiar bastard stood beside him, smiling at the police post.