Chapter 63 Macbeth (4)

"Why is it a rumor?"

"Because I don't really believe it." Fei Du stretched his legs and stretched his waist on the spacious co-pilot. This action made his "good student" disguise reveal some flaws. Fei Du" appeared casually, "If there really was such a person, the Zhou family would have recognized it long ago, anyway..."

Luo Wenzhou had an intuition that what he was going to say later was definitely not good, and he was ready to interrupt him. But seeing that Fei Du suddenly remembered something, he stopped himself.

Lang Qiao asked inexplicably, "What is it anyway?"

"Anyway... Mr. Zhou has always been a more upright person. Even if he suffered from a loss of personal morality in his early years, it should only happen once. He has done a lot of public welfare in the past few decades. No one should say anything else, no one is perfect, doesn’t it seem more valuable to look back after making mistakes?” Fei Du said to Lang Qiao seriously, “I believe that with Elder Zhou’s personal cultivation, there is nothing wrong with it. You have to hide your past."

Lang Qiao nodded again and again, thinking that Fei Du was really different from the lawless "overbearing presidents" in Xiao Huáng's book, and could be called an example of civilization and morality for contemporary youth.

Luo Wenzhou glared at Fei Du with a hint of warning, and heard his subtext hidden from his righteous words—their grandsons generally think that it’s not a big deal to have an illegitimate child, especially if it’s like Zhou Junmao, don’t Said that his wife had already given way, and even if she was still alive, she would not be able to control how many children he gave birth to outside when she was completely dependent on this man.

"However, when the wind comes, it may not be completely invisible." Fei Du changed his voice and added, "Zhou Huaixin's statement that 'the car is a blatant murder weapon' is very reasonable. I think it is better to check the driver who caused the accident. Bar?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Haiyang's call came in.

Xiao Haiyang was sent by Luo Wenzhou to learn about Dong Gan's personal situation with the colleagues of the driver who caused the accident.

Xiao Haiyang didn't know if he had a driver's license or not, and these little glasses probably didn't know what a brake was. Luo Wenzhou felt that the cell phone signal was "suddenly" hit by the speed of his whirlwind speech: "I've already talked to Dong Gan's colleague, Team Luo. Now, the situation is basically the same as what Lao Qiu said, and it has no reference value, so I checked his account, property, case and family situation on my own initiative, do you want to report it now?"

"...Glasses, people are already dead, let's not worry, come, take a deep breath, and speak slowly." Luo Wenzhou felt that his ears were hallucinating, "Have you checked so much in such a short time? Even Dong Gan's medical report has been turned over?"

Xiao Haiyang: "Dong Qian now lives in this city. He was married, his wife died, and there are no elderly people at home. He lives in widowhood and raises a daughter. The girl's name is Dong Xiaoqing, 24 years old, unmarried, graduated and working in a department store. Work as an accountant. The accounts and property conditions of the father and daughter are normal, and all expenses are basically in line with their income and living standards. Dong Qian usually has no bad hobbies, lives a relatively simple life, and has a decent income. He has a six-figure deposit at home. There is also a property under his name. The medical examination report of the last year shows that he is a little bit 'three high', and other indicators are normal - oh, by the way, Luo team, I also found a person from his daughter's workplace, Dong Xiaoqing's Colleagues confirmed that she has no major expenses recently, no boyfriend, no serious illness, and her emotions are stable."

Luo Wenzhou turned on the speakerphone, and the three people in the car were stunned by Xiao Haiyang's gushing effort of "eating grapes without spitting grape skins".

Lang Qiao murmured, "My mother, this is too..."

Xiao Haiyang gave an "ah" blankly: "Isn't it necessary to rule out the situation of buying a murderer and killing someone? My idea is correct, right?"

Luo Wenzhou stretched out his hand to give Lang Qiao a vacuous gesture, motioning her to stop talking nonsense and learn from others, and then asked Xiao Haiyang, "As you put it, he is neither old nor young, his family has no burdens, and he is reasonably well-off. ——Then does he take on this kind of time-critical and heavy-duty work, is it an occasional or frequent job?"

Xiao Haiyang was stunned for a moment: "This..."

"Ocean, fatigue driving is actually quite common among large cargo drivers in the industry. Old drivers like them will keep their eyes open for a while, and their feet will not step on the accelerator," Luo Wenzhou said very patiently, "Dong Gan has driven the car for so many years. There has been an accident. Since he has not had any fluctuations in his body and mind recently, why did such an accident happen today? To determine whether this is buying a murderer or not, you use the 'exhaustive method' to eliminate the situations you imagined one by one. , This investigation method is not very rigorous, after all, there are still things in the world that you can't imagine. If possible, it is best to find a cause of the accident supported by evidence. "

Xiao Haiyang hurriedly said, "Alright Team Luo, I'll go check it right away!"

"Wait, I just said that. Right now, this matter hasn't been defined as 'murder', so you go back first..." Before Luo Wenzhou could finish speaking, Xiao Haiyang hung up the phone in a hurry.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He could understand why Xiao Haiyang was not welcome in the Huashi District Bureau. Apart from these little glasses, he was not particularly good at chatting. Just this kind of work enthusiasm that was ready to usurp the throne and seize power at any time was in the eyes of Wang Hongliang and others. It must be a great security risk, no wonder they never thought of including this person in their own category.

The person who reported the case couldn't make it clear, other relevant people were still on their way to Yancheng, and the forensic doctor had no conclusion for the time being. Except for Comrade Xiao Haiyang, who was all bloody and ran out to find the truth, the others were fine. Luo Wenzhou dropped by. Lang Qiao sent him down, and then took Fei Du back to the city bureau to change his car and go back to their respective houses.

At this time, he swiped his phone again, and the news of Zhou Junmao was already overwhelming, and Fei Du casually flipped through two words: "The Zhou family really doesn't have a fuel-efficient lamp—before the U.S. stock market closes, I'm calling someone to short Zhou, isn't it too bad? kind?"

There was a slight traffic jam where the intersection turned around. Luo Wenzhou glanced at him suspiciously: "You mean that Zhou Huaixin?"

"The most headline news is 'Mr. Zhou Junmao, chairman of Zhou's Group, died in a car accident. The incident is strange, and there is a suspicion of being guilty. The second son has called the police'," Fei Du read out the news headline with a bit of mockery, "Why? In this way, I am afraid that the world will not be in chaos, right? Even if a person like Zhou Junmao dies normally, everyone has to imagine the grievances and grievances of the rich and powerful, let alone a real accident. Zhou Huaixin is one of the heirs of Zhou Lao’s inheritance, and now he happens to be the only one here. In China, if he doesn't cry and call the police for a thorough investigation, what role will others give him? After all, everyone thinks that Malcolm and Donnaben killed their benevolent father. (Note)"

The taillights of the traffic in front were like a long dragon, with its head and tail boundless. Luo Wenzhou pretended not to hear Fei Du's words shadowing himself, and asked nonchalantly, "How is the relationship between Zhou Huaixin and Zhou Lao's father and son?"

"Bad son, a marginal person. He doesn't fit in with the entire Zhou clan. There is a decathlon elder brother on it for comparison." Fei Du shrugged.

"What about you?" Luo Wenzhou asked quietly, "As far as I know, you didn't do anything out of the ordinary when you were a teenager, and you're an only child, why are you also tense with your father?"

Fei Du was stunned for a moment, then he turned to Luo Wenzhou, and made a sly circle: "Huh? Team Luo is so interested in me? But I heard that according to the unspoken rules of our society, people only consider each other as a potential spouse. Only then will I go to the bottom of my hukou to check the account.”

As he spoke, he turned on his side and moved slightly closer to Luo Wenzhou: "Are you sure you want to know? Then I'll understand the spirit."

Just as the car in front rubbed forward a little, Luo Wenzhou stepped on the accelerator to kick the car out, and then braked suddenly, "banging" Fei Du back to the passenger seat.

"If you don't want to talk, just say you don't want to talk," Luo Wenzhou said lightly, "Don't follow me."

Fei Du laughed, but did not speak.

The two were silent for a while, the traffic lights at the intersection turned around, and the traffic in the U-turn lane stopped again. I'm afraid they would have to wait for the next opportunity. The impatient drivers honked their horns one after another, and occasionally someone pulled out of the car. Looking out the window reveals the different tastes of music in the car.

The smile on Fei Du's face gradually faded, perhaps because of the dark night, or because of the unique sense of loneliness in a crowded crowd, he suddenly blurted out, "Sometimes I find that it is difficult for a person to break free sometimes. ancestry and upbringing.”

Luo Wenzhou glanced at him.

"Concepts, habits, personality, temperament, moral level, cultural accomplishment... These things that can be changed the day after tomorrow are like the branches and leaves of a plant. You can prune yourself in any direction as long as you want," Fei Du leaned against On the back of the chair, half-squinting looked at the night sky of Yancheng, "But the deeper and more essential things are difficult to change, that is, the things you first came into contact with in your growing environment when you had no concept of the world, Because these things will settle in your subconscious, and in every abstract concept you acquire through your mother tongue, there are traces of those things hidden in your mind, you are not aware of it yourself, but it will cover your life.”

When Fei Du said this, he seemed to have done his best. He had a door in his heart. The door was over a thousand pounds thick and the door shaft was rusted. He tried his best to push open such a small fèng.

Luo Wenzhou waited patiently for a while, but he never spoke again.

Fei Du: "Captain Luo, can you lend me your hand?"

Following his announcement, Luo Wenzhou's whole body's neurons subconsciously collectively ran to his right hand hanging on one side, and then Fei Du placed the back of his hand very gently. Those fingers were long and cold, but the palm was warm. Yes, he didn't use much effort to give him the opportunity to retreat at any time.

An indescribable feeling snaked up along Luo Wenzhou's right hand, and the car suddenly rose at least twice, Luo Wenzhou's forearm muscles subconsciously tensed, but he somehow didn't withdraw his hand—Fei Du lowered his head , carefully clasping his hand, reminding Luo Wenzhou of Luo Yiguo, who was awakened by some nightmare in the middle of the night and came to rub against his pillow.

Suddenly, the car behind honked its horn impatiently, and Luo Wenzhou jolted, only to realize that the lights had changed.

Fei Du's fragile watch vanished into the air like steam in an instant, the peach blossom eyes twitched slightly, he quickly lowered his head and kissed the back of Luo Wenzhou's hand, his fingertips penetrating the most sensitive part of his palm After Luo Wenzhou yanked his hand back, Fei Du blinked innocently: "Oh, I'm really sorry, Team Luo's charm is too strong.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

This kid is really class 18 martial arts, class 72 routines.

Luo Wenzhou was enraged by him, and while speeding up the intersection he had finally crossed, he said, "Fei Du, am I too used to you?"

Fei Du observed his expression and felt that he had turned his head over, so he closed his mouth in a relaxed manner, without adding fuel to the fire, while Luo Wenzhou bào crawled through the traffic, tightened the door support on the car door, and walked all the way. Flying back to the city bureau like a cloud and fog.

"We 'normal people' don't have the habit of attacking acquaintances, regardless of whether they are serious or not." Luo Wenzhou motioned Fei Du to get out of the car with a gloomy expression.

After saying that, he slammed the door and turned to leave.

Fei Du used the unpleasant on-board aromatherapy in the official car by himself, and tasted the breathlessness left by Luo Wenzhou for a while.

Xiao Haiyang helped his glasses, trotted all the way to the hospital, took out his ID while running, and showed it to the girl who seemed to be lost: "Is it Dong Xiaoqing? Hello, I'm..."

Dong Xiaoqing's cold eyes interrupted his words.

"Police?" Her eyes were red, and her voice had a heavy nasal voice. "I know, didn't you still go to our unit to investigate? Why, you came to interrogate me if you couldn't find anything?"

Xiao Haiyang was a bit sluggish, he didn't know how to answer this sentence for a while, he cleared his throat in a panic, and said disgustingly, "I just know a little about the situation..."

Dong Xiaoqing stared at him stubbornly.

Xiao Haiyang searched his stomach for a long time, but still asked directly without skill: "Does Dong Gan usually take on this kind of heavy work? As far as I know, your family..."

"Our family doesn't owe usury loans, no one in the family has terminal illness, and my father is not a bad gambler who can't pay back the money. We are poor and poor, and we have a good life. We don't need to kill for a little bit of stinky money!" Dong Xiaoqing grabbed it On the mobile phone next to him, lively topics were fermented on the Internet, and the rumors opened a bloody mouth towards the girl who was alone. She slammed the mobile phone on Xiao Haiyang.

"My father's accident is his fault, his responsibility, how much he needs to pay, I will bear it, I can borrow it if it is not enough, I can pay it back even if I am a bull and a horse in this life, but you can't slander him like this out of thin air. He is already dead, and he has no mouth to defend himself. Do you have to eat steamed buns dipped in human blood?"

Xiao Haiyang picked up Dong Xiaoqing's mobile phone silently, not knowing where to start: "That..."

"My mother didn't have a car accident. Back then, because of this, he didn't dare to touch the car for a whole year, and he finally held the steering wheel again." Dong Xiaoqing's tears rolled down, staring at Xiao Haiyang with hatred, "Now you guys He actually said that he hit people with his car for money? How can you do this, how can you people be so bad?"

The author has something to say: Note: Malcolm and Downer are the sons of the old king who was murdered in "Macbeth". The murderer Macbeth slandered the two princes and killed their father.