Chapter 72 Macbeth (thirteen)

Robbery, violent assault, murder... The purpose and consequences of these acts are so intuitive, and there are clear penalties. As long as the gangster can be caught and evidence is found, the victim can always get a similar argument.

However, this argument may not always be available.

For example, throwing stones on the road for fun, causing innocent passersby to die in car accidents; stealing manhole covers and streetlight wires, causing people walking at night to fall into the bottom of the well and killing; The victim committed suicide in despair... Who should ask for explanations?

There is no distinction between the family members of the victims, and there is no difference between pain and resentment. If you see the hurt and the deceased suffer from guilt and conscience for life, you may be able to use this as a little comfort. Unfortunately, the conscience of the world It is probably not thick enough. In the face of heavy self-criticism, it often fails in self-paralysis and numerous excuses——

I did not do it on purpose.

I am not targeting you.

I didn't expect such a consequence.

I'm also a victim of sorts...

But who made you unlucky?

In the final analysis, fate is the slut who committed the murder.

There was something wrong with the city bureau's tattered official car. The steering wheel never returned to the correct position, and the brakes were sluggish. He always felt like he was about to rear-end the car in front of him if he wasn't careful. His whole body had a decadent smell of being ready to strike. Luo Wenzhou thought it was a waste. This kind of prodigal who uses a luxury car as a bumper car has to be blown away after two steps. I didn't expect that he frowned a little when he got started, and soon became familiar with this old-fashioned bus, and he didn't seem cramped. .

Luo Wenzhou noticed his driving route, and couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

"Hengai Private Hospital," Fei Du said, "Zhou Huaijin actually stayed in the public hospital for one day, and the night after the transcript was recorded, he was transferred to the private hospital where his family owned shares. His brother said that the environment was too noisy. Helpful for physical and mental trauma recovery - I guess to hide from the media."

"Isn't he just a small cut on his leg? I heard Tao Ran say, but it's not to the point of hurting the bones. I strongly condemn this kind of behavior that wastes medical resources." Luo Wenzhou stretched out his hand and pointed at Fei Du, "You guys Be careful with these people, luxury and corruption are often the first steps to a bad character!"

There might be something wrong with this person Fei Du. He will die if he talks too much, and he will never be able to say a few serious words. Hearing this, he immediately laughed at fèngcha and said, "This is considered a luxury? Then you are sitting in my car now. In here, am I already extravagant to 'according to the law'?"

Luo Wenzhou covered most of his face with a pair of sunglasses. Hearing this, he couldn't help but sighed, and forced a serious shape under the bright sky: "Baby, your sour and fake vinegar-like provocation. , I am so thick-skinned that I can hold on to it. Did you use this trick when coaxing little fools into court? No wonder it is always beneficial."

Fei Du withdrew his unruly gaze and smiled without saying a word.

The public prosecutors in Yancheng City were all near the city center, not far from each other. Fei Du changed his route, and the two of them happened to be passing near the Procuratorate.

The air in early autumn was dry, the sky was high and the clouds were clear, and the sun seemed a bit presumptuous. When the police car passed the back door of the procuratorate quietly, it happened to see a middle-aged woman standing on the side of the road.

She was carrying a bottle of mineral water, and hung a display board around her neck. On the display board were a few smiling little girls. The woman's eyes were a little slack, and when she saw the police car, she followed it subconsciously, revealing a bit of dazedness that was stained with twilight.

"That's Qu Tong's mother." Luo Wenzhou glanced at it and said to Fei Du, "I saw it a few times when I came here to report the case and make a transcript. How could it be like this in just a few months?"

Fei Du: "The Bureau Lu also talked to me about this today."

Luo Wenzhou: "Huh?"

Fei Du paused for a while, and followed his voice, either intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "But I don't know if it's my illusion. I always feel that his old man is testing my thoughts."

Luo Wenzhou's face didn't move, he rolled his eyes calmly, and looked at Fei Du through the shade of his sunglasses: "What do you think?"

"I don't know, it sounds... Maybe he thinks I'll approve of the victim's family buying the murderer and killing Su Luozhan and the bunch of pedophiles who pay to buy people." Fei Du shrugged, "Why, I seem to have So what's your sense of justice?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word for a while, and then he changed his slouchy sitting posture, sat up straight and cocked Erlang's legs, and his body language became more serious.

"He also crossed out a few old cases that I applied for review." Fei Du said, "I have a general understanding. Coincidentally, those cases seem to have more or less flaws, and some of them have insufficient evidence. , some of the suspects mentioned the diagnosis of mental illness..."

"Fei Du," Luo Wenzhou smiled, "Is Mr. Lu testing you, or are you trying to trick me?"

At the intersection with sparse traffic, the signal light turned red, and Fei Du slowly stepped on the brakes.

"I do understand a bit about this matter. My master drank too much and said that he missed it." Luo Wenzhou was silent for a while, then said, "If I guess correctly, the old cases that Bureau Lu crossed out should have been the last time the album project was launched. Has it been time to change gears?"

Fei Du didn't expect him to talk so well, so he couldn't help but glance at him.

"Except for the one who said he was mentally ill, the other cases were all unsolved cases. At that time, the leader of the album project wanted to reorganize these cases from another angle, hoping to find some breakthroughs."

Fei Du listened quietly.

"However, limited by the level of technology and the passage of time, a lot of evidence will be annihilated. The psychological portrait technology cannot be used as evidence in court, whether in terms of maturity or credibility. These unclosed cases can only be used as research materials in the end, and it is impossible to use them as evidence. The suspects were brought to justice, the seniors and experts who participated in the picture album project at that time held their breath, and then at this moment, the suspects involved in the case had accidents one after another."

"What kind of accident?"

"Some had bizarre accidents, some disappeared, and one committed suicide, leaving only a suicide note to surrender, and the names that appeared on the desk disappeared one by one. It's a coincidence, if it wasn't for God's eyes suddenly opened and lowered What kind of retribution, it can only be a kind of qíng situation - murder. The murderer has a very high IQ, and even knows more about the deceased than the deceased himself, and he is familiar with the routines of the police in handling cases, and he is 100% his own. A secret task force was set up in the bureau, and all those involved were suspended for investigation."

Hearing this, Fei Du understood why Luo Wenzhou avoided answering when Tao Ran asked about the "picture album project" at the dinner table. Those involved in this case were probably all experts in the industry and related disciplines. If they haven't retired now, they should have all become highly respected seniors and managers.

"and after?"

"Later, the task force finally identified a suspect," Luo Wenzhou said. "I don't know exactly what happened, but there is no evidence to charge him. This person is the soul of the Picture Album Project, a senior who participated in the Picture Album Project at that time. Many of them are his students."

Fei Du immediately asked, "Who is this person?"

Luo Wenzhou shook his head: "I'm not sure, Mr. Yang didn't tell me. Later, I tried to check and his file was sealed, but according to my master, this person is already dead."

"You're not sure," Fei Du whispered, "meaning you've found it."

Luo Wenzhou didn't admit it and shook his head: "I've said so much, it's time for you to be honest—why did you sneak into the Yan Gong University, why did you go to great lengths to join the restarted 'picture album' project? Don't tell me you're all right Just curious."

Fei Du fell silent.

The two of them sat side by side in the small front seat of the car, only a few fists away from each other, but there seemed to be a cold and heavy wall between them.

Fei Du's eyes flickered slightly, and Luo Wenzhou seemed to hear the sound of the gates opening in his heart. The master was calmly weighing how many safety gates he needed to open, and how much to show, in exchange for what he wanted.

When the in-car navigation already indicated that the destination was approaching, Luo Wenzhou struggled to pry a sentence out of Fei Du's mouth.

"You know that I have always suspected that my father and my mother's deaths are related." Fei Du said, "Even if you ruled out his suspicions, I still have this feeling in my heart, and it lingers. In theory, intuition and human Subconsciously, I wondered why I had this deep-seated suspicion, so I was trying to find a way to go back to my childhood."

"I remember that there was a basement in my house at the time. Only my dad had the key, and even my mother couldn't approach it. It was like the locked room in Bluebeard's house. I secretly planned for half a year to get the key and password, and slipped in... "

Luo Wenzhou keenly heard his voice and paused a little awkwardly.

"...I saw an open folder on his desk, and inside it was...cough..." Fei Du coughed as if choking on the wind. He turned his face out of the window and closed the car window. , and continued in a hoarse voice, "I'm choking, sorry - there are a dozen papers in it, I probably glanced at it, I was too young to be able to read, and I only vaguely remember that there are 'evil events' and 'psychological trauma' Words like this, the thesis is signed 'Fan Siyuan', and later I went to check this person and found that he is too mysterious, and there is no other clues except that he once taught at Yan Gong University."

Luo Wenzhou didn't answer. He knew Fei Du was talking nonsense as soon as he heard it—he had seen all kinds of documents on his parents' desk when he was a child. Punctuation marks are not remembered.

"Why would a businessman look at these things in his secret study? Don't you think it's strange?" Fei Du drove the police car into the parking lot of Heng'ai Hospital, "Since I broke in, my dad has The place was abolished, and all the things in it were moved, and I haven't found where he moved the things in the study for so many years - that pile of mysterious papers is my last memory."

"Oh," Luo Wenzhou responded lightly, and after the car stopped, he unfastened his seatbelt. He didn't know whether he would accept Fei Du's mixed explanation, "If you want to inquire in the future, just ask directly. I, I like to make things clearer. If I can tell you, I will answer immediately. I don’t need you to sell my hue. What I can’t say, even if my brain cells collectively lose half of their chromosomes, I won’t say a word more. There’s no need to be right. I do it in such a roundabout way."

Fei Du was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant: "Wait, do you think I asked you out for this?"

Luo Wenzhou ignored him, stretched out his hand to push the door of the car, and Fei Du grabbed his shoulder.

"Senior brother," Fei Du didn't get angry, but laughed, "I've wanted to ask for a long time, are you a little afraid of me?"

Luo Wenzhou almost raised his long eyebrows out of the frame of his sunglasses: "I'm afraid of you? What am I afraid of you?"

"I'm afraid I'll take your feelings out, I'm afraid I have ulterior motives, I'm afraid that you will lose control with me, and you won't be able to end it..." Fei Du said word by word, "Which one of my guesses is right?"

Luo Wenzhou's face sank, and he raised his hand to pluck him from himself: "You just think too much about this..."

Fei Du: "Are you still afraid that I won't let you down?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He had never seen such an outspoken person in his life, and he really gained a lot of knowledge.

Luo Wenzhou was at a loss for words, so he shut up and took Fei Du out of the car.

As soon as the two came out of the parking lot, they saw the entrance of Hengai Hospital surrounded by media cars, and a group of people stretched their necks and looked in. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Come out!"

The shutter sounded.

"Get ready!"

"Hey, wait until you're close before taking pictures."

"Don't squeeze!"

"It's unfortunate." Fei Du glanced at him, "Zhou Huaixin didn't tell me that his brother was discharged from the hospital today."

Zhou Huaijin's injury is actually not as serious as the saliva he choked in the Baisha River, and he can be discharged after a little treatment, but after all, he is the eldest young master with a golden spoon. spent three days in the hospital at home before carefully went out in a wheelchair.

Zhou Huaixin personally pushed the wheelchair to pick him up. He was prepared for the chaos at the door. He directed a large group of bodyguards in black to swarm up, and simply and roughly protected Zhou Huaijin behind the human wall. He took off his non-mainstream coat again and covered Zhou Huaijin's body to block the camera behind him.

Zhou Huaijin smiled good-naturedly: "Just shoot it, don't cover it."

Zhou Huaixin pushed him out. After a moment of silence, he said, "Brother, do you have anything to say to me?"

Zhou Huaijin's demeanor is outstanding, even in a wheelchair with a haggard face, it is very pleasing to the eyes, and it really doesn't look like Zhou Huaixin's brother: "What?"

Zhou Huaixin looked back at himself, and in the midst of all the clamor, he whispered to Zhou Huaijin, "Brother, no matter what, no matter what you gān...you are my brother."

"What are you talking about, I'm not your brother, who else can I be?" Zhou Huaijin laughed after a pause, and while speaking, he reached out to Zhou Huaixin.

Zhou Huaixin, like a thin dog with bad appearance, stared at his hand for a while, then lowered his head in a disciplined manner and let Zhou Huaijin gently rub his head, his tense shoulders gradually loosened, and his face was like a ghost. There was a peaceful smile on his face.

Zhou Huaijin said warmly, "Let's go, let's go home."

Zhou Huaixin nodded meekly, put the jacket he had just taken off on his brother's lap, and carefully pushed the wheelchair away from the stones on the ground.

A pair of eyes looked at them from a distance, thinking to themselves: How warm.

What does it matter to people who don't know what to do outside for a while? They still have a wealth of wealth, luxury car bodyguards accompany them, and the scenery is beautiful. Let someone take a few photos today, and tomorrow there will be news that "the inheritance dispute is non-existent, and the Zhou family will be the brother of the family in the future."

No one will ever know the dirty things under the skin of their bright people, everyone is waiting to see the pompous and contrived performances of celebrities, and no one cares about the lives hidden between the lines.

Some people, from life to death, are probably only worthy of a marginal shot in other people's news.

But why?

Zhou Huaixin's phone rang, and he picked it up in a daze: "Master Fei?"

"Look up and look across."

Zhou Huaixin looked around following his voice, and saw Fei Du and Luo Wenzhou in the parking lot opposite.

"The police have something to talk to you two brothers," Fei Du waved at him, "How about it, can we get out? Let's make an appointment in front of you?"

"Okay, then..." Zhou Huaixin glanced back, and suddenly found that the media behind them had turned the camera to another direction, a young girl in her twenties holding a bouquet of flowers, He didn't come either, timidly, and bowed to the two brothers from a distance away.

"What's going on here?" Zhou Huaixin frowned, "Master Fei, wait a minute, I'll call you back later."

A bodyguard trotted over, bent down and said to Zhou Huaijin, "Mr. Zhou, that girl is the family member of Mr. Zhou's car accident and has never been seen. Today, I don't know how I found out that you were discharged from the hospital. gān what."

The voice fell, and the girl had already started to speak up: "I'm the only one left in my family, my dad caused such an accident, maybe we can't afford to pay for all our wealth... I... I just wanted to come and see. Look, apologizing to others in person may not be uncommon..."

Zhou Huaixin looked at Zhou Huaijin.

"Tell her to come here," Zhou Huaijin said. "It wasn't her who bumped into it, so it's pathetic."

Zhou Huaixin was not too surprised. His brother had always been such a gentle, courteous and thrifty image outside. He turned his head and exchanged a few words with the bodyguard, and let the girl in amid the dissatisfaction of others.

Fei Du, who was across the road, narrowed his eyes: "What's going on with this girl, she's a little familiar."

"It seems to be... Dong Xiaoqing?" Luo Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, then he took out his cell phone—Tao Ran sent him a text message asking for leave. The reason was that Dong Xiaoqing claimed that he had something to give to the police, and he accompanied Xiao Haiyang over there. "Why is she here, she's not..."

Some kind of creepy intuition jumped up Luo Wenzhou's back, and he didn't even have time to think.

Fei Du was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed.

At this time, Dong Xiaoqing had come to the opposite of Zhou Huaijin with the flower in her arms. She was pale and her body was still shaking slightly. She bowed cautiously to Zhou Huaixin and Zhou Huaijin, and said two words "I'm sorry".

Zhou Huaijin reached out to pick up the flower in her hand: "I know it was an accident, girl, it's alright."

Luo Wenzhou rushed to the hospital door in three steps and two steps, but was blocked by the bodyguards and the media who were blocking him from entering: "Police, get out of the way!"

Dong Xiaoqing seemed to have tears in her eyes, she bent down and put a huge bouquet of perfume lilies into Zhou Huaijin's arms: "I'm here..."

Zhou Huaixin reached out to stop: "My brother has pollen..."

Before he could say the word "Min", he saw a cold light flashing behind the bouquet. In a flash of lightning, Zhou Huaixin didn't have time to think about what it was, but instinctively smashed Zhou Huaijin's wheelchair away, and the cold touch pressed against his lower abdomen. Then the sharp stinging pain spread, Zhou Huaijin fell to the ground together with the wheelchair, and turned around in disbelief——

Dong Xiaoqing stabbed the watermelon knife fiercely into Zhou Huaixin's chest and belly, and shouted hysterically, "I'm here to take you on your way!"

At the same time, Tao Ran and Xiao Haiyang, who had just arrived at the "Lanwan" community, were unable to drive the police car in at all—the community was blocked by fire trucks.

Xiao Haiyang raised his head abruptly, thick smoke billowed from upstairs, and pulled back with the firefighters' high-pressure water cannons, screaming and crying one after another...

His heart skipped a beat.

I can't see the fire point clearly, but it seems to be near Dong Gan's house!