Chapter 62 Macbeth (3)

"Car accident?" Luo Wenzhou asked in surprise. "What do you want me for in a car accident? Let the police brigade next door handle it."

Lu Youliang said, "Have you heard of Zhou Junmao?"

"Which Zhou Junmao?" Luo Wenzhou jolted, and felt the bright evening sun start moving. "You're not talking about that Zhou Junmao, are you?"

Fei Du next to him paused and raised his head silently.

Zhou Junmao is a famous overseas Chinese, aged 73, born in the Dongdaogou area, a suburb of Yancheng City. He lived overseas in his early years. He started from dumping building materials, and he started from scratch. Later, he founded the Zhou Group, an aircraft carrier-class multinational company. In recent years, as he grew older, it may be because of the idea of ​​falling leaves returning to their roots, Zhou's investment focus began to tilt toward the mainland.

Zhou Junmao is not an ordinary celebrity. He is low-key, lives a simple life, and is very enthusiastic about public welfare. In particular, he has made outstanding contributions to the infrastructure construction of his hometown. The prosperity of the entire Dongdaogou area is half of his credit. There is a road there called "" Junmao Road" is the only street named after a living person in the entire Yancheng area.

Just half an hour ago, Zhou Junmao was on his way from the airport to his residence in Yancheng when he was suddenly rear-ended by a large truck. The bodyguard on the co-pilot was seriously injured and is being rescued in the hospital.

This is a very tragic communication accident. It is conceivable that once the news leaks, the Zhou Group's stock will definitely fluctuate violently.

At this moment, the youngest son of the Zhou family who happened to be in Yancheng came and insisted that his father was murdered, insisting on the criminal police to deal with it.

"Director Zeng has already brought the forensic doctor there. Let's take a look at the scene first, say hello to the police force, and then go to Zhou's house," Luo Wenzhou took Lang Qiao, who happened to be on duty, and was too embarrassed to leave early on the first day of work. Xiao Haiyang and one of the chiefs, Fei Du, rushed to the airport expressway, "Don't worry, I won't be working overtime for another month, what's going on, even if this car accident is really man-made, it is estimated that the economic investigation has to organize it. Let's Help at most."

Lang Qiao looked around curiously: "President Fei, you know so many rich people, have you seen this Zhou Junmao?"

"I've met once, but I can't speak very well." Fei Du seemed to have become a good student by standard, sitting in the car on the field and pretending to hold a textbook in his hand, "I compare him with his youngest son. Familiar—the one who insisted on calling the police."

Lang Qiao lowered his head and started to search the Internet: "Zhou Junmao has two sons, the eldest son Zhou Huaijin... Wow, a young talent with experience in a famous school in Yishui, he started helping his family manage assets very early, and has been abroad all year round. The second son, Zhou Huaixin, is a Painter? Mr. Fei, are you talking about him? How do you two know each other, because you both like art?"

"Oh, no," Fei Du replied, "because we are all prodigals who don't do their jobs properly."

Lang Qiao: "..."

There was no traffic jam on the outbound direction of the airport expressway, and before it was completely dark, the group arrived at the crime scene.

Fei Du was about to get out of the car when Luo Wenzhou slapped his hand back in the car door. He was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, like a rat whose heart was ironed out by his thighs, and moved towards Luo Wenzhou. He glanced at his back, but he didn't show any joy, just waited in the car very calmly.

Luo Wenzhou walked around the scene and found that all the dead and injured were taken away, and the scene was basically cleaned up. As long as he didn't look hard at the place enclosed by the huáng line, he could hardly find any obvious bloodstains, so he waved his hand. , let Fei Du out of the car.

Fei Du followed behind him and whispered in his ear, "Captain Luo, I'm flattered."

"That's shocking?" Luo Wenzhou glanced at him without moving, "Then your world of jīng gods can be ups and downs—Lao Qiu, where are you looking? This is it!"

The policeman in charge of handling the accident was surnamed Qiu, and he was also an acquaintance of Luo Wenzhou—Team Luo’s acquaintances were all over the world, covering three hundred and sixty lines.

Fei Du watched from the sidelines, thinking that someone like Luo Wenzhou must have grown up in a very relaxed and open-minded environment. The human heart is sinister, and even after becoming bright and sharp out of professional needs, he still embraces the whole world in his heart.

Sometimes I stand on the street and look at the men, women and children passing by, and I feel that everyone is similar. You are wearing shirts and trousers, and I am also wearing shirts and trousers. Looking down, there are retired old people walking by the roadside and blond foreigners. People are stepping on the same brand of sneakers, almost giving people the illusion of "this is the same world".

People who live in the sun can't imagine that their little friends who are beside them are suffering from the torture that they can't break free and take for granted. People who are deeply depressed can't understand that those who whizz by are really not smiling.

Just like at this moment, when he and Luo Wenzhou were standing together, at first glance, it seemed that they were from the same country.

The skin often hides the truth tightly.

"If you want to say whether there is any guilt in this matter, then you have to check it. Anyway, if you let me see it, I think it is a traffic accident where the rear car is fully responsible." Police Lao Qiu called them to watch the surveillance, "This Bentley is Zhou Junmao's car. When it came out of the airport, it drove normally all the way, and the driver drove very well, which is no problem. The large cargo that caused the accident came in from 'Beiyuanqiao', and we started numbering from the monitor at the Beiyuanqiao intersection. , number one."

Lao Qiu arranged the cameras on the expressway by number and gave them to them one by one: "At that time, there were not many cars in the direction of the airport expressway. From the fourth monitoring, the big goods drove in the same lane as Bentley. There used to be a few other cars in the middle, and they overtook them one after another. When they walked to the surveillance station on the 16th, there was nothing left of the big cargo and the car in front, but the distance between the cars was still quite safe. Then you see—"

When the large truck passed the No. 18 monitoring, the distance from the vehicle in front suddenly decreased significantly. After a closer look, it was found that it was accelerating very evenly, as if the driver had forgotten to take his foot on the accelerator.

When passing through the surveillance on the 20th, the speed camera showed that the speed of the large truck was close to 140 kilometers per hour, obviously exceeding the speed limit. Then, the truck driver was blind and chased the front car at this speed. At the end of the collision, the surveillance camera on the 21st completely filmed the whole process of the rear-end collision. At that time, the collision was so tragic that even if you were mentally prepared, you could still see a "squeak" in your chest.

Luo Wenzhou: "Where's the driver who caused the accident?"

"I'm dead, I'm out of breath before I get to the hospital," Lao Qiu said. "The driving record shows that he has been driving this car for ten hours, driving with fatigue. If it wasn't for the family of the deceased who kept making noise It was a murder. I personally read this monitor and felt that it was actually quite simple. It was the driver who caused the accident and fell asleep while driving. He kept his foot on the accelerator and kept accelerating, 'boom'—everything Ruined."

Luo Wenzhou asked, "Who is this driver? Does he have a criminal record?"

"The driver's name is Dong Gan. He is forty-nine years old. He is a large-cargo driver who transports people. The person who just came over to recognize the body is from one of their caravans. He said that Dong Gan is a very honest person who runs on this road. It’s been ten years since I’ve been here, and I’ve never had an accident. What kind of criminals with criminal records are running around? Besides, it doesn’t look like he can be related to Bentley, Xiali is about the same.” Qiu took the cigarette that Luo Wenzhou gave him, "Captain Luo, do you think that family member is reliable? It's not those rich people who want to gain attention and news, right?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't jump to conclusions, but when he saw Zhou Huaixin with his own eyes, he realized that this reporter didn't seem to be very reliable.

Having met Zhang Donglai, Zhou Huaixin and the others, Luo Wenzhou had to admit that among the prodigals produced locally in Yancheng, Fei Du probably had a relatively normal style of painting.

Judging from the size of an adult man, Zhou Huaixin was a little too "slender", almost like a walking hemp pole, with sunken cheeks, which made the sensitive detectives almost suspect him of taking drugs.

He was wearing a T-shirt that he didn't know what he had drawn, and a suit-style vest over it. The vest was as long as his knees, and the sides were opened to the waist, like two fart curtains hanging on the front and back. From the top of the ear to the bottom of the auricle, seven or eight ear dòngs were pierced, covered with metal rings, and heavy eyeliner covered the eyelids, which would have caused a pair of terrifying dark circles.

On the wall behind Zhou Huaixin hangs a masterpiece of his own, an oil painting that is three meters long and has a very dark tone.

Luo Wenzhou was someone who was very insensitive to art, and his level of appreciation for works of art was still at the level of "the more like and real, the better." However, even so, when he saw this painting, he still felt an unbearable suffocation. The color of the painting was dull and the lines were frantic. At first glance, it seemed to be a common bào theme of wind and rain. However, upon closer inspection, I found that the upper left corner of the canvas turned out to be a sun. Those rust-like reddish-brown lines depicted not wind and rain, but light.

A large area of ​​reeds was painted under the blood-colored light. All the plants had their heads lowered and slumped in a lifeless manner. Several human skeletons facing beyond the canvas were looming.

Staring at this painting for so long makes me sick to my stomach.

"I can't keep up with your cháo flow," Luo Wenzhou asked Fei Du in a low voice, "What kind of thinking does that young master Zhou express in this masterpiece?"

Fei Du glanced at it, probably because the color of the lines was too blood-like, he looked away uncomfortable: "If I remember correctly, this painting of his should have been completed in a beach villa. Supermodels lay on the beach and modeled him."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

It turns out that the theme of this painting is "red face and white bone, color is emptiness".

"His style is really not very flattering. Others don't know how. Anyway, I paid for his paintings because of his dad's sake." Went downstairs and wiped away tears.

Fei Du raised his voice to greet him: "Brother Zhou, are you alright?"

Zhou Huaixin saw the acquaintance at first glance, and his grievance almost came out of his eyes, and he called out "Master Fei" tremblingly. .

A scent of perfume that smelled a lot like prickly heat powder rushed up to the person's nose, causing Luo Wenzhou to tilt his head and sneeze.

Fei Du was pounced by him and stepped back half a step. He straightened his shoulders and leaned on him, but his hands fell to one side. He didn't take the initiative to make physical contact with the other party. He whispered a few words of comfort to Zhou Huaixin, then raised an arm to help him, and slowly led Zhou Huaixin to the side to sit down.

Zhou Huaixin sobbed and asked, "Why are you here?"

The ins and outs of Fei Du's matter were not easy to explain, so he simply said, "Study and intern at the Municipal Bureau."

It was only then that Zhou Huaixin noticed a few strangers beside him. He bent down and took a dozen tissues from the table, burping and saying, "Are you policemen...are you a policeman? Master Fei, you really love me. Niche... No, my heart hurts so much, give me a chance..."

He said, like a boneless mollusk, he leaned into Fei Du's arms unceremoniously, Luo Wenzhou smelled the "prickly heat powder" in his dog's nose, and inexplicably felt that Zhou Huaixin was not pleasing to the eye, and opened his mouth in a businesslike manner. : "It is said that you insist on not believing that Mr. Zhou's car accident was an accident. Is there any basis for this?"

Zhou Huaixin raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty: "My dad keeps exercising every day, and he even went to run a marathon every day. He couldn't have just disappeared. Someone must have wanted to harm him!"

Lang Qiao, who was taking notes beside him, put down his notebook without a word, and couldn't help but said, "Mr. Zhou, I know you may not be able to accept the reality for a while, but old Mr. Zhou died in a car accident, don't say A marathon, even a triathlon, doesn't have the function of preventing accidents."

Zhou Huaixin choked out as if he was about to die, as if Lang Qiao was a big-eyed witch who persecuted the little princess.

Fei Du waved at her, lowered his head and said softly, "Brother Zhou, this cannot be used as evidence."

Zhou Huaixin cried out with a "wow": "Don't you believe me? My intuition is the most accurate. Dad usually drives that big car with bulletproof glass when he goes out, but he got into this one today, and something happened. Now, is this a coincidence? He just passed his seventy-third birthday last week, and he said he was ready to retire. He wanted to make a will and leave some of his stocks to my brother and I. He just came back this week... "

When Zhou Huaixin said this, he seemed to suddenly realize that he had missed something, and suddenly closed his mouth, and buried his head on Fei Du as if he was "weak", clutching his chest without saying a word.

"Mr. Zhou has only two sons, and even if he doesn't make a will, his property will belong to your brothers in the future," Luo Wenzhou poked at Zhou Huaixin like electricity, "Why do you think this will be the reason for his murder? Mr. Zhou, I know you are uncomfortable, but since you have reported the case, please take it seriously, can you sit up and talk?"

"I don't know, I only care about painting, I don't know about the family. You can talk to my eldest brother. Anyway, I called him, and he will arrive early tomorrow morning." Zhou Huaixin raised his hand to cover his face, avoiding Luo Wenzhou. "A murder weapon the size of a car has a higher fatality rate than a knife and a gun. The streets are full of people who legally hold a murder weapon, and can they cover their lives only by 'unintentional' 'accidents'? You don't care. What's wrong?"

The speaker seemed unintentional, but the listeners had hearts, and the expression on Fei Du's face suddenly lightened a bit.

Luo Wenzhou grabbed Zhou Huaixin simply and roughly, and ripped him off Fei Du: "The driver who caused the accident is dead, Mr. Zhou, are you implying us that someone will kill your father at the cost of his life? "

Zhou Huaixin looked at him faintly through the thick dark circles under his eyes: "This police officer, don't you believe that money can buy life?"

Luo Wenzhou and the others had been entangled with Zhou Huaixin for nearly an hour, and they didn't know whether this person was really brainless or pretending to be a grandson. Sometimes, they could clearly sense that his words were hesitating, as if they knew something, but it was inconvenient to tell outsiders. Only when they were about to leave, Zhou Huaixin grabbed Fei Du and asked vaguely, "Have you heard those rumors?"

Fei Du gave Luo Wenzhou a look, and patted Zhou Huaixin on the shoulder, "Don't think too much."

Zhou Huaixin refused to let go, and asked in a low voice, "Can you accompany me to wait for my eldest brother to come back?"

Before Fei Du could speak, Luo Wenzhou had already answered on his behalf: "Don't linger, I have to report at night—'intern'."

Fei Du made a helpless gesture to Zhou Huaixin, and was immediately pushed out of the door by Luo Wenzhou: "Hurry up."

Fei Du staggered under his feet, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he lowered his head and laughed, and was repeatedly urged by Luo Wenzhou to return to the official car.

Lang Qiao opened his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Fei, is that Zhou's snake jīng interested in you?"

"No," Fei Du also whispered, "it's just empty, lonely and cold."

Lang Qiao was heartbroken: "You guys are rotten!"

Luo Wenzhou slammed the car door, raised his hand and pulled the two of them away. He stretched out a little Lang Qiao and said, "If you have someone with so much estrogen, you won't be able to get married - Fei Du, Zhou Huaixin can't hide it. What did Ken say?"

"Rumours in the rivers and lakes," Fei Du sat up in a relaxed manner, "Mr. Zhou, who is highly respected, has an illegitimate child."