Chapter 75 Macbeth (16)
byChapter 75 Macbeth (16)
The roaring police car has surrounded the scene of Dong Xiaoqing's accident, and the surveillance at the intersection clearly captured the entire process of the vehicle from hitting the person to escaping.
"That's right, it's this car," Luo Wenzhou was burning with pain in the spot where the car mirror swept, his skin was already swollen, but he probably didn't hurt his bones, it didn't affect his jumping up and down the scene commander, "This bastard was wearing a hood at the time. His face and body were fully armed, and he didn't show a single hair. It was definitely not the first time for him to do something like this. At this speed, he suddenly turned and hit someone. If he couldn't get his hands right, he would overturn the car. The retreat route was definitely calculated in advance. of."
"Captain Luo, are you alright," the colleague who was checking the surveillance beside him looked terrified, "Why don't you call the doctor to deal with it first?"
"It's alright, I can't die." Luo Wenzhou held in his heart a fire that could blast a hole in the ground, fearing that the earth would be ejected out of the solar system if his voice became too loud, he reluctantly pressed it down, and said as calmly as possible, "I need everyone to re-examine Dong Xiaoqing and the others. All of Dong Gan's social relationships - all - especially Dong Gan, the team he works for, the customers, which rest stops he has been to, where he has bought and eaten..."
"Captain Luo, it's better to bandage it, your hands are bleeding."
Luo Wenzhou was interrupted for the second time, and finally exploded: "The murderer who committed the murder along the road in broad daylight still doesn't know where. Why the hell are you guys staring at me all the time?"
The people around him were stunned by his yelling, and the little doctor who was called to help didn't dare to come out.
Luo Wenzhou impatiently wiped the bruised wound on his forearm onto his shirt, and then realized that he was out of control, he took a deep breath, and the speed of light suppressed this useless despair.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't rushing at you just now," Luo Wenzhou lowered his head slightly, his voice softened, "This murderer kills in front of me, yet he can still let him run away like this, this is my fault, I'm so angry, I'm getting involved. Brothers have worked hard."
The colleague next to him knew his temper and was very considerate: "Boss, it's fortunate that you are all right. Who can stop this, it's not a Transformer."
Luo Wenzhou gave him a reluctant smile, and added: "Since the murderer was covering his head at the time, it's unlikely that he would have released the vehicle information in a big way for us to check, I think..."
Before he finished speaking, the colleague who was instructed to search for the car that caused the accident had already sent news: "Luo team, we have found the owner of the car that caused the accident. It is an ordinary white-collar worker, a woman. Today, she is going to take a professional title qualification test. The parking space was full. She said that she was going to be late at the time. When she was in a hurry, she had to find an open space nearby to make do with illegal parking. The test, until we contacted her just now, did we know that my car had been pried."
Luo Wenzhou let out a long sigh, and was actually caught by his crow's mouth again.
"Team Luo, the road network surveillance captured the vehicle that caused the accident!"
Luo Wenzhou said in a deep voice, "Chase!"
However, it was still too late.
Half an hour later, the police found the broken car in an abandoned factory yard. The front windshield of the white car that had been well maintained had been smashed to pieces, and the rearview mirror was left alone, just like in a cartoon. The "one ear" of the car, the four doors of the car are wide open, and there is not a single ghost shadow. The broken headlights and the twisted bumper form a mocking smile, which is faintly stained with blood.
Luo Wenzhou heard the accompanying trace inspectors talking in a low voice—
"The crash was really bad enough, can it be repaired?"
"Fix a fart and kill a car that killed someone, who still drives?"
"But this car is not cheap. It seems that a low-end Luǒ car has to be '30 or 40', right? Does the owner of the car have money?"
"It's estimated that there's not much money, and all the people who have been researched and verified are working for others."
"Then if I were the owner of the car, I would be crazy. Isn't this a disaster?"
This group of technicians was directly transferred from the Municipal Bureau. They did not go to the murder scene or face the corpse. They did not immediately think of the thrilling murder. Instead, they were touched by the broken "murder weapon". Anxiety - they obey the law every day, work hard every day, save this and that, save for ten years, a house where they can only go back to sleep every day, and a car that is forever stuck on the elevated road in five years , backing up a loan, and being late and unable to get full attendance, I feel like I have stabbed a big basket.
Years of trying to frugal food and clothing were easily pryed away, and it was easily destroyed. There is no place to shout grievances, after all, compared to the little girl who crashed into a mess, losing a car seems to be no big deal, and she is very lucky.
The door and courtyard are locked to guard the gentleman but not the villain. All kinds of laws and rules seem to only restrain the honest and good people. In this way, "honesty", "duty", "civilization", "reasonableness"... these qualities seem to be all wrong, far less enjoyable than being a mad dog that bites people everywhere.
When Luo Wenzhou passed by, the live technicians consciously shut their mouths under his low air pressure. He walked around the scene and knew that the murderer chose to leave the car here. I am afraid that he was well-intentioned and confident, and calculated it early. Why did he retreat without knowing it, he should have disappeared into the sea of people by now.
He got back into the police car outside the scene alone and lit a cigarette.
The smell of smoke and the faint smell of blood on his body made Luo Wenzhou narrow his eyes. He thought about it, took out a bottle of mineral water from the car, and casually washed away the scratches and scratches he had exposed, and then kept it as brief as possible. Jing accurately informed all relevant parties about the situation.
When he got to Fei Du's place, Luo Wenzhou hesitated, guessing that he should be in the hospital. Taking advantage of Zhou Huaijin's shaky mind, he just sent him a text message. The phone came over.
Hearing his question of not going to the village or the store behind, Luo Wenzhou slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "What's the matter with me?"
Fei Du was silent for a moment, and across the phone, Luo Wenzhou heard his light, long breathing, which lingered in his ears, calming him for no reason.
It was a pity that there was no more than two seconds of calm. There was a sudden burst of confusion in the background voice of Fei Du's phone. Someone shouted something, followed by hurried footsteps and chaotic shouts.
Fei Du looked up at Zhou Huaijin, who was kneeling on the ground. Through the body language of several medical staff, he already knew the result of the rescue.
Mrs. Zhou is the big sponsor of Hengai Hospital. Whoever dared not neglect, they came to help him, shouting and shouting. The dean and the heads of various departments also arrived in a short time, and the sound of "sorrow" sounded like rain. The group of frogs in the back pond, "Gugua" is unanimous.
Fei Du held up the phone to Luo Wenzhou, and thought clearly in his heart, "Zhou Huaixin seems to be gone."
As soon as the idea came to him, he felt a "squeak" in his heart, as if running over a pebble while driving.
"I think with your ability, it should be easy to catch up with Dong Xiaoqing," Fei Du stared at the dark door of the operating room without blinking, and at the same time, spoke to Luo Wenzhou again in a steady tone, "You have participated in There have been many hostage-taking incidents, and it is impossible to hold a girl with a knife. Even if she decides to kill herself after killing someone, I believe that as long as she hesitates for a second, it is enough for you to take the opportunity to subdue her. So why did she I'm going to die, is there an accident?"
Fei Du's unwavering voice was like a bowl of warm water. Following the signal, it slowly flowed into Luo Wenzhou's ears. For some reason, his burning mind was washed away in these three words, and Luo Wenzhou put out the smoke. His thumb rested on his forehead, wanting to meet Fei Du for no reason.
"I can't tell you in a few words - the colleagues in the bureau are already in Heng'ai Hospital. What's going on with Zhou Huaijin, and is there anything to replace?"
"Jiāo took his place, he planned the kidnapping case himself."
"Okay, let them control the people and take them back to the city bureau first," Luo Wenzhou paused, then said, "You wait for me at the hospital."
Fei Du didn't seem to notice his last soft tone, hung up the phone, and walked straight to Zhou Huaijin's side.
Zhou Huaijin had neither tears nor any expressions on his face. He just stared at the operating room in disbelief...until the man covered with the white cloth was pushed out. Suddenly, with strength from nowhere, he slammed away from the people around him who were trying to pull him, and rushed towards him regardless. The first reaction was to reach out to remove the white cloth covering the face of the deceased. .
Zhou Huaixin lay there quietly, his face was pale and gray, and it was nothing like before his death, which reminded Fei Du of a painting he bought from him—it was a bustling intersection on a high street with many The high-rise buildings and billboards are randomly painted with large patches of gray in different shades. The people walking on the street are all skeleton skeletons. They wear bright colors and different styles of clothes, which separate the skeletons into men and women. Young and old, three, six, nine, etc.
Zhou Huaixin's painting skills are limited and belong to the level of neither superior nor inferior. Usually, he always chooses some subjects that are hung in the living room that will make people question the master's illness. Many people who buy his paintings are just to curry favor with him. Ash. Fei Du and the others, who took Zhou Huaixin's paintings, would always make fun of them, often asking him, "Master Zhou, when will you die? Once you die, this painting will appreciate in value."
Well now, the paintings that have been backlogged in the basement, in the basement, and in the storage room have finally received the biggest good news, and they are expected to see the light of day again.
"Mr. Zhou, don't look at Mr. Zhou!"
Everyone hurriedly pulled Zhou Huaijin away, Zhou Huaijin's lips were trembling, and the whole person seemed to have not recovered.
Fei Du looked at him: "Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Huaijin struggled to gather the only remaining sanity in the chaos, and looked at him weakly: "I...sorry, my mind is a little confused now..."
At this moment, the police came in and received a notice from Luo Wenzhou that they planned to take Zhou Huaijin away.
Fei Du turned his back to them, waved his hand slightly, motioned them to wait a moment, walked over and said to Zhou Huaijin, "They have a procedure for doing things, I'm afraid I'll ask you to go with them in a while, President Zhou, trust me, I can temporarily Take care of Huaixin for you."
Zhou Huaijin glanced at the police around him, as if he wanted to look back at Zhou Huaixin again, but he didn't know if he didn't dare or what.
Now that this was the case, after the initial shock, Zhou Huaijin still instinctively maintained his image in front of outsiders. He got rid of the bodyguard's support, stood up straight, and nodded to Fei Du: "Then I'll trouble you."
Fei Du calmly stabbed him in the heart again: "Huaixin has tried his best to protect you, and I definitely hope you can be well. President Zhou, you have to take care of yourself."
Zhou Huaijin turned his back to him and staggered.
"Oh, by the way," Fei Du looked at his back, "there's another very important thing, I forgot to mention it just now—in fact, when we did the paternity test for Yang Bo and Elder Zhou, we also collected you and Mr. Zhou by the way. Huaixin's sample. President Zhou, I don't know how complicated your family relationship is, but the DNA is simple and clear."
Zhou Huaijin's pupils shrank suddenly, and in Fei Du's gentle pause, he had a vague premonition, and slowly turned around.
Fei Du shook his head pretending to be regretful, hiding a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's very strange, the paternity test results show that you are Zhou Junmao's biological child."
For a moment, Zhou Huaijin seemed to be unable to understand Chinese, and stared blankly at Fei Du. Then, with his chaotic reaction, he ran through the field with difficulty, jumped up suddenly, and grabbed Fei Du by the collar. , said upside down: "What did you say? You...you say it again..."
When a person's spiritual world collapses, staring at him, he can see a very spectacular scenery, like an avalanche on a high mountain, a tornado sweeping through a village, a tsunami dozens of meters high and rushing onto the mainland, The swarms of meteorites poured down—
Fei Du clearly felt the unparalleled pleasure, the fascination that the madmen and murderers of the past and present have been chasing together.
The criminal police next to him suspected that Zhou Huaijin was going to commit a murder, and hurriedly swarmed him and controlled him with all his might. According to legend, Zhou Huaijin, who is always graceful in front of people as his name suggests, broke down and roared: "No! No! Say it again! Impossible! "
"Are you okay?" A policeman helped Fei Du.
"It's alright," Fei Du stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, "this person is optimistic, if it really doesn't work, give him a sedative, don't worry, when he wakes up, he'll know everything - hard work, you all go back first, I'll wait for Team Luo."
The policeman listened to what he said, nodded, and hurriedly caught up with his colleagues. After walking a dozen paces away, he looked back at Fei Du for some reason, feeling a little creepy for no apparent reason.
Fei Du methodically settled Zhou Huaixin's body, notified the forensic doctor, and skillfully got rid of the person in charge of Heng'ai Hospital, who was eager to inquire about the situation, and waited for Luo Wenzhou at the hospital entrance.
Luo Wenzhou was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see the blood, so he had already treated all the conspicuous wounds on his body on the way here. He was ready to send the dehydrated Fei Du directly to the hospital. There was a rare rosy look on his face.
The two exchanged information in a few words—Luo Wenzhou hesitated for a moment, and concealed what Dong Xiaoqing said to him, while Fei Du roughly stated Zhou Huaijin’s confession in a straightforward manner, omitting how he took Zhou Huaijin to him step by step. crash process.
Luo Wenzhou heard the incredible grievances of the Zhou family, gave Fei Du a sidelong glance, and couldn't help but say, "Actually, when you call me dizzy, you're just trying to correct me?"
Fei Du smiled and didn't answer. He just said, "Senior brother probably didn't want to date me today. Could you please take me home—you've been to the villa before."
Fei Du usually works in the city, and he lives in a small apartment near their group. Luo Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Fei Du was referring to the house where his mother died: "Go there. What are you talking about?"
Fei Du said with cherished words, "I have something to do."
Luo Wenzhou frowned, vaguely feeling that Fei Du was abnormal—after hearing about Dong Xiaoqing's death, he immediately called back Luo Wenzhou's phone to ask him how he was doing, and he was so beautiful that he didn't even ask a single question. A person who usually gossips so much, actually leaned on the co-pilot and closed his eyes without saying a word.
It wasn't far from Heng'ai Hospital to Fei Du's villa, and it took 20 minutes to get there without a traffic jam. Luo Wenzhou parked the bus at the entrance of the splendid mansion and pushed Fei Du: "Here we are."
Fei Du opened his eyes, his eyes were as cold as inorganic, and he didn't even say thank you.
Luo Wenzhou finally couldn't help but grab Fei Du's wrist: "Wait, what's wrong with you?"
Fei Du struggled hard, but naturally he didn't break free. He sighed as if exhausted, and said softly, "Let me go."
The more Luo Wenzhou looked at him, the more he felt that something was wrong, and of course he didn't feel relieved to let go: "You..."
He had just said one word, but the next moment, he was suddenly pushed into the driver's seat, and the wound on Luo Wenzhou's back throbbed. ——
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