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Chapter 70 Macbeth (11)
Chapter 70 Macbeth (11)
Dong Gan's family lives in the "Lanwan" community.
This is a very new residential area. A few years ago, it was a small and wet alley. Later, it became a beneficiary of vigorous urban transformation. Dong Ganâs family also moved into the resettlement building with bright windows and clean windows.
The newly built communities in recent years are very particular about "floor heating", "central air conditioning", and "fresh air system", terms that were quite foreign in previous years have become the standard for residential buildings. The new generation of urban middle-class people began to buy quality of life To the location, to be quiet, to service, to be convenient. The old residents signed the relocation agreement in confusion, and found a place to live on the edge of "quality life", as if they were also integrated into the "quality city" big chĂĄo... Of course, you only know when you live in, it turned out to be just watching It goes up beautifully.
There is a thick isolation zone between the relocated house and the commercial house. The middle is sealed, with a bare concrete floor on one side and an artificial landscape full of flowers on the other. The buildings with similar appearance are divided into three, six, nine and so on.
When Xiao Haiyang and his colleagues came out of Dong Gan's house, they found that there was a circle of people where they parked the police car.
"This car came early in the morning," an old man walking a dog said, pointing to the police car. "I saw it right after I bought breakfast, and I don't know why it took so long to investigate."
"Don't you know, there is a murderer who lives here, and the address I found on the Internet is the building of this hospital." The boy next to him who looked like a student raised his mobile phone to show the old man. The same stream of information swept through with a half-understood awe.
"Hey, are those two policemen?"
Before Xiao Haiyang could open the car door, he was almost drowned in the gossip of the people.
"Uncle police, I heard that the murderer who bought the murderer lives here. Are you here for this?"
Xiao Haiyang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head again and again: "No, don't guess, I'll excuse you."
The boy holding the phone asked curiously, "Is there really an illegitimate child?"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was dragged aside by a fashionably dressed lady behind him: "You stop asking about those useless gossip, and you won't be allowed to bring your mobile phone if you browse the Internet - Officer, I'll just ask you a little bit, Is the one who hit the person dead or not? Have you caught it? Live next door to the murderer..."
Xiao Haiyang paused when he pulled the door, then pretended not to hear him, lowered his head and got into the car without saying a word.
"Hey, how did you go? What can you do with an answer? This is also a safety issue that the masses are concerned about!"
The man who parked next to him grumbled in a low voice: "I said long ago that I shouldn't buy this kind of house close to the relocation house. You don't even know who lives next to me..."
Xiao Haiyang stepped on the accelerator before his colleagues could close the door, and left the parking lot in the residential area as if being chased by something. As soon as he opened the gate of the community, he encountered a van with a certain media logo on it. His colleague had sharp eyes and quickly patted Xiao Haiyang: "Go from the side road, don't cause trouble."
Xiao Haiyang turned the steering wheel and turned into a crooked path. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few people carrying instruments from the van, chasing after them for a few steps. Seeing that he couldn't catch up, he had no choice but to stop and stay far away. Took a few pictures of police cars driving by.
The colleague looked back nervously, and was sure that there were no extravagances. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiao Haiyang: "The wind is spreading really fast, Haiyang, let me tell you, now it's not as good as it used to be. In such a situation, you must remember to keep your mouth shut, and run away if you canât do Tai Chi. There is no official announcement on it. We canât say a word. This is discipline. Pack up."
Xiao Haiyang nodded stiffly at first, and after a while, he suddenly asked without thinking, "Can Dong Xiaoqing still live here?"
The colleague first gave a suspicious "um", then came back to his senses and waved his hand indifferently: "It must be uncomfortable for a while, and it will be fine after a while, everyone is so busy, who has such a long memory? Don't worry, no one will remember it in a month or two."
Xiao Haiyang responded with a heavy heart. He didn't drive as rampantly as he himself, and was even a little too cautious. When he saw the lights changing from afar, he lightly stepped on the brakes, and the old official car slowly moved slowly as if moisturizing. Stopped, barely felt shaking.
"But she certainly can't forget it herself." Xiao Haiyang said abruptly.
The colleague gave him a surprised look.
"If we can't find clear evidence to prove that Dong Gan is the murderer or innocent in the end, this matter will never go away in her heart. At the beginning, when people ask her and suspect her, she will argue desperately, and she will not die. I believe that my father is a murderer, but this thing will come out like a thorn every now and then, like Schrödinger's box."
The colleague didn't expect him to have so many sudden thoughts, so he asked back with straight eyebrows: "Schrödinger? Isn't it a cat?"
"The box for the cat," Xiao Haiyang stared at the signal light, his glasses slid down a little, the frame covered his eyelids, his eyes were a little gloomy, "If you don't open it for a day, you won't know that the cat is still alive. If you are not here, this box will always be stuck in your heart, and you can't put anything else down. Every day when it gets dark, you will circle around this box that is stuck in your throat, and you will doubt it every day... This kind of unresolved trauma will never heal for a lifetime. ."
Ordinary peopleâs daily conversations are either banging their teeth or talking about something. In the cultural concept of Eastern people, it seems that they are not so âeverydayâ and feel a little embarrassed with people they are not very close to. The jiÄo speaks profoundly.
The colleague hesitated for a while, not knowing how to answer this endless tirade, so he had to laugh.
Xiao Haiyang is like a person who is immersed in his own world. He doesn't receive the embarrassment of his companions at all, and he doesn't expect other people's answers.
In the Lanwan community, Dong Xiaoqing was sitting alone in the living room, holding a phone. The local TV station was scrolling news of Zhou's explosion. The name of the driver "Dong Mou" flashed from an inconspicuous corner from time to time. On the coffee table are three cups of stale tea that has been cold, indicating that there are guests just now.
The person on the phone spoke very kindly, and it was their HR manager: "Look, Xiao Dong, there have been a lot of things going on in your family recently. Even in the busy season, everyone is very considerate of you. I have also asked the boss for instructions. The leaders agreed that you should rest for a while, adjust well, and work in no hurry... If there is any difficulty, you can tell the company at any time, if it can be solved, we will try our best to help you, okay?"
This is the meaning of dismissing her euphemistically. Dong Xiaoqing can understand it. She doesn't want to show too ugly posture, so she tried her best to suppress the vibrato: "Okay, Manager Wang, please."
"Hey, no trouble, no trouble," he breathed a sigh of relief over her good-for-nothing, and for Dong Xiaoqing's acquaintance's sake, his tone softened by three points, "When this happens, Brother Wang is fine. I can help you, I just made a report with the boss and applied for a quarter of extra wages and subsidies for you..."
A persevering knock came from outside the door: "Is Miss Dong at home? We are from Yandu Evening News and want to ask you a few questions."
"...When the time comes, I will give you a xing. Although it is not much, it is better than nothing. If you need a job recommendation letter in the future, feel free to come to me."
"Miss Dong? Strange, there should be someone inside. I can hear a voice... Hello, is there anyone at home?"
Dong Xiaoqing took a deep breath with difficulty and hugged her head.
Those noisy sounds are like water. The water flows and moves according to the situation. It may not have good intentions, nor may it be malicious. Only those who are in the vortex, struggling and ignorant, know the so-called "disaster of extinction". What a taste.
But the end is destroyed, he can't complain about this drop of water, and he can't complain about that drop of water.
Then who should talk to?
No one has ever come to a conclusion.
Dong Xiaoqing didn't know how she dealt with the company's call. She became a self-winding walking corpse, and it took some time before she regained her senses.
The people outside the door finally left, the phone case was unscrewed by herself, and the curious news chat on the TV ended at an unknown time, and the daily variety show started again.
She curled herself into a ball in a daze, staring at a note with a phone number under the teacup - it was left by the bespectacled policeman just now, and asked her if she thought of any clues, or If you have any difficulties, you can go to him at any time.
"Fake." Dong Xiaoqing thought blankly.
At this moment, the loud doorbell rang again.
Dong Xiaoqing was shocked, and a nameless fire poured out of her heart for no reason. She stood up abruptly, grabbed the glass on the table, and was about to smash it at the door, and the word "go" was stuck in her throat.
"Express - is there anyone at home?"
Dong Xiaoqing paused, and the water glass rolled down from her fingertips, which happened to fall on the sofa. Half the glass of water soaked the sofa cover. The person at the door tried to knock on the door, muttered "no one", followed by a "squeak", the courier stuffed the package into the small compartment of the weak electric well in the corridor as usual, and hurried away.
Dong Xiaoqing roughly pressed a few napkins on the soaked sofa cushion to absorb the water. After hesitating for a moment, she carefully observed the "cat's eye" and made sure that no one was outside, so she quickly pushed the door open with a small fĂšng, like a thief. Retrieved express package.
That thing didn't weigh much, and it was packed carefully. She remembered that she didn't buy anything. Who would deliver the courier at this time? Dong Xiaoqing turned to the express delivery list in confusion, and then she was stunnedâ
This is an address from a freight company where Dong Qian worked before his death. The sender and recipient are both Dong Qian.
The cause of Zhou Junmao's death is a mystery. As a suspect, Dong Gan's personal belongings in his work unit and home have been checked by the police. The only thing missing is this "China Slow Delivery" mail, which will take two or three days to travel in the same city.
Dong Xiaoqing couldn't wait to tear open the package with her bare hands. The first thing that fell out was a black and white portrait of a woman. The same photo was also hung in her living room. It was her mother who died early in her childhood. The scene map of the car accident and the death certificate issued by the hospital after the rescue was invalid.
A newspaper clipping attached to the back of the death certificate was a report on the car accident in which Dong Xiaoqing's mother died.
Dong Xiaoqing thought it was a relic treasured by her father, but she was about to skip it, but her eyes swept over a few words in the old newspaper. She seemed to pour a pot of cold water on her head, and she woke up from the state of confusion in an instantâ - It turned out that the protagonist of the report was not the woman who died in a car accident, but a well-known entrepreneur at the time.
The entrepreneur was driving on the road and was suddenly rear-ended by a large cargo. The car lost control and rushed to the side lane, affecting another passing truck, causing a series of car accidents. The car owner and the driver died on the spot for no reason. Dong Gan and his wife were sitting in the affected passing vehicle. Both were sent to the hospital for rescue. The wife was seriously injured and unfortunately died after the rescue failed.
As soon as Dong Xiaoqing raised her hand, she eagerly poured out all the contents in the package - there were incomprehensible driving route maps, some mimeographed hand-painted drawings, copies of huge bills that didn't know what to do with it, several sheets. Close-ups of license plates and a stack of profiles of strangers.
One of them suddenly is Zhou Junmao!
There is a photo on the back of Zhou Junmao's biography, which is the Bentley that the old man was sitting in when the car accident happened.
Dong Xiaoqing's heart jumped "suddenly", and her hands couldn't help shaking. She saw an envelope under a large pile of documents with "Xiaoqing" written crookedly on it. Childish words!
In the blink of an eye, several days have passed since Zhou Huaijin's kidnapping case, and the heat has not subsided, but has intensified. All the photos and reports of Zhou Huaijin's business activities in his early years have been turned up, and even the mysterious founder of Zhou's has disappeared for a few days. It was mentioned again ten years later.
"This person's Chinese name is 'Zhou Yahou'... I'll go, he's so handsome," Lang Qiao poked around in the office, "He's a Chinese-American, with a little more Chinese blood, and his wife is also a Chinese, a second-generation immigrant. , the family has money, and he dropped out of a famous school to go into the industry - Zhou Junmao was completely his servant at that time, not to mention Zheng Kaifeng, when Zhou Yahou set up his own company, he just smuggled out of the country, and he was still a small gangster hiding in Tibet."
Tao Ran raised his head in surprise and asked, "Zheng Kaifeng still smuggled out of the country?"
"I ran away when I was a teenager," Lang Qiao said, "I spent a few years under the smugglers, and then I somehow got the legal status that Zhou Junmao got into. Look at the miserable situation back then, and then look at people now. , the fate of this life...it's really hard to say."
Someone protested: "Jojo, don't walk around, it makes me dizzy."
"I'm hungry, brother comrade," Lang Qiao wailed, "our breeder has been late for ten minutes, and my stomach is digesting itself."
As soon as she finished speaking, the smell of pancakes drifted in along the corridor. Lang Qiao jumped to the door in two steps, as if the people in the occupied area saw the PLA, and called out in a deep voice, "Boss!"
Luo Wenzhou gave her a wrong step: "Stabilize the point."
"Hungry children don't need to be prudent," Lang Qiaohou hurriedly grabbed the things in his hand, "Hey, why did you buy so many things today?"
Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word, and said in his heart, "Who knows what to eat and why."
It was Friday, and it was also the day Fei Du came to the bureau to report. Luo Wenzhou had bought breakfast as usual, but after thinking of this one, he wandered around to buy something else, and was late for a while.
He pretended to walk into the office as if nothing had happened, saw Fei Dukong's desk at a glance, and immediately raised his face like a gentleman: "Didn't I adjust my discipline, what's the situation? Tao Ran, give him a call. When did the phone call come, and where did you go?"
Tao Ran: "..."
Luo Wenzhou later realized that everyone's expressions were very strange: "What are you looking at me for?"
Lang Qiao winked and pointed to a coat hanging on Fei Du's seat, deliberately "lowering" his voice so that everyone could hear him: "I arrived half an hour ago, and I'm going to Boss Lu's office."
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
Tao Ran added slowly, "Oh, yes, Bureau Lu called you in the office just now, and I picked it up. His old man scolded me and asked me, 'Can Luo Wenzhou's freedom be improved?'. "
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
The entire Criminal Investigation Brigade ate Team Luo's meal, and collectively gave Team Luo a shush.