Chapter 78 Macbeth (nineteen)

Fei Du had already gone upstairs with a "click", as if the door had been locked.

Luo Wenzhou sighed silently. He was about to turn his attention back to the phone, and asked Tao Ran, "You said someone set fire to Dong's house. What exactly is worth burning in Dong's house?"

Tao Ran raised his head and glanced at Dong Xiaoqing's devastated house. Strictly speaking, the situation could not be considered very serious. The fire started in the living room, and most of the furniture was burned, the walls were smudged, and the carbon edge of the TV was slightly melted. A little bit, but the entire TV wall and surrounding cabinets are fine, and important items such as property deeds and passbooks in the drawers are safe and sound.

"We checked the Dong family three times before, including the websites that Dong's father and daughter had browsed, the mailboxes and social tools they had logged in to, and the room. We could still miss something, or that thing was really bad. Eyes..."

Luo Wenzhou interrupted him: "No, the scope is too large."

"...Either that thing wasn't in the Dong's house at the time." Tao Ran was not angry because he was interrupted, he calmly filled out the following words, and then asked again, "Did you have any over there? What's the urgency to deal with?"

Luo Wenzhou was at a loss for words.

Tao Ran said very sympathetically, "Then hang up first, I'll report back to you after I've dealt with it here."

"Wait, Tao Ran," Luo Wenzhou said quickly, "this time, the complexity of this incident may be beyond our imagination. We must pay attention to safety when doing fieldwork. From now on, those involved in this case will never allow themselves to act alone."

Tao Ran had been his partner for many years, and could hear his anxiety, he answered "understand" neatly, and then hung up the phone.

"Deputy Team Tao," Xiao Haiyang approached with red eyes, "it's paper, I think the prisoner's target should be the paper product he used to set the sofa on fire."

Tao Ran: "What's the reason?"

"The occupants of this type of building are on fire, and the neighbors will soon report the fire. Unless you are sure that what you want to destroy is gone, it is very likely that there will be traces left because of incomplete combustion," Xiao Haiyang said quickly. Involuntarily, he got up quickly, "In addition, Dong Gan's education level is not high, I have been to his house a few times, and there are no other books in the living room except for a few small advertisements that I don't know who has put it in, so I need to write and draw. All the paintings are in Dong Xiaoqing's study. The surveillance camera caught the arsonist staying for ten minutes after breaking into Dong's house. It doesn't take that long to light a fire. He must be searching for something... …”

"After I found it, I set it on fire. When I made sure it was almost burned, I threw it on the sofa and set the whole house on fire." Tao Ran frowned, "Don't you think it's strange? Since this person can sneak into Dong Xiaoqing without knowing it. Home, can't you just take whatever you want, why do you have to burn down Dong Xiaoqing's house? Making such a big noise and leaving images behind, is this deliberately recruiting the police to investigate the arson case?"

Xiao Haiyang was stunned for a moment, speechless.

"Ocean, this matter gives me the impression that in the eyes of the other party, this thing in Dong Xiaoqing's hands is not a particularly great secret. He burned it in a mysterious way... This is a provocation to us." Tao Ran pointed to his Phone, "Go check it out, is it Dong Xiaoqing who texted you, or someone has hijacked her number."

Xiao Haiyang stretched out his hand to hold the phone, but his feet didn't move: "Deputy Tao, is Dong Xiaoqing really dead?"

Lang Qiao had already sent the photos of the scene to Tao Ran, and Dong Xiaoqing himself had reached the forensic doctor's hands. Tao Ran sighed and patted Xiao Haiyang on the shoulder.

"I... I have talked with her many times, and I have evaluated her privately. She is definitely not the kind of person who can hurt people with a knife. Even if there are negative emotions, it is aimed at those who point at her father. I have never angered the family of the victim of the car accident," Xiao Haiyang said, "She stabbed someone, then was immediately killed by the gangster, and her home was set on fire at the same time, there must be someone behind her..."

Tao Ran slowly took Xiao Haiyang's cell phone out of his hand, and saw that the page Xiao Haiyang had read before had stopped on the online news.

The assassination of Zhou Huaijin brothers at the hospital gate has been exposed. The report is only a short text message, which simply names the dead and wounded and the murderer. The onlookers have used their imaginations to add self-considered causes and consequences to this bizarre story. .

Xiao Haiyang's voice trembled a little: "She's not what they say, really."

"My master asked me a question before his death," Tao Ran returned the phone to Xiao Haiyang, "he asked me, 'Do you believe in the divine order and will not retribute'?"

Xiao Haiyang looked at him blankly.

"I said of course I can't believe it. Isn't this a feudal superstition? Besides, the old saying always contradicts itself. Sometimes it says 'the law of heaven is clear, and retribution is not blunt.' I know who to listen to." Tao Ran smiled, "My master said, 'You must be believed, because you are a criminal policeman, and you are the righteousness when investigating the suspect. The reason why this became a feudal superstition is because you are trash. , because you can't find out the truth, and you can't clear up the grievances' - the words are not rough, let's encourage each other, little comrades, start with text messages, and share any ideas with everyone for discussion, don't be fooled by yourself, go quickly."

Xiao Haiyang opened his mouth, adjusted his glasses, and quickly went to ask for technical assistance.

Tao Ran looked around at the chaotic fire scene and sighed, wondering if it was because of Yang Zhengfeng's mention to Xiaojian just now, he subconsciously took out his phone, hesitated, and clicked on "Zero Reading".

The title of the latest issue of the introductory reading hit his eyes - "I have never seen such a gloomy and bright day - "Macbeth", Contributor: Reciter."

"FM88.6" was Yang Zhengfeng's last words, and only Tao Ran heard it in a very flustered situation. At that time, he didn't even have a work recorder. Apart from his chaotic memory, there was no supporting evidence.

After Luo Wenzhou raised doubts about the underground passage, the police also conducted a routine investigation on the questionable last words—the program director and the relevant staff were thoroughly investigated, but found nothing. No matter from which perspective, this is a The boring audience listening column.

At that time, the investigation team concluded that the old man's radio that Yang Zhengfeng was carrying fell out of his pocket during the struggle, and just fell out of the channel. Tao Ran may have overheard the channel on the radio. Slight cognitive dissonance occurred in this case.

Tao Ran didn't give up and followed the show alone for two months. Except for the equivalent of revisiting "Extension of Secondary School Reading", he found nothing. Even he himself accepted the theory of cognitive dissonance... If he hadn't developed it because of it I got into the habit of listening to books, and found the ID of the reciter in this boring pastime.

In the past, the reciter would not always appear once a year. Tao Ran had always suspected that it was because he was suspicious and not necessarily because there was something wrong with the book someone ordered—but in the past six months, three consecutive cases have been vaguely screened by an unrelated reading program. If it was a coincidence, it would be too coincidental.

After the fire was over, in the scorched living room, Tao Ran stared at the title for a full minute and gave a cold war.

On the other side, Luo Wenzhou hung up the phone with a heavy heart and walked around the living room alone for a few laps. He decided to go upstairs to find Fei Du. When he reached the stairwell, he inadvertently lowered his head and saw the road leading to the basement.

Luo Wenzhou's footsteps stopped suddenly, and somehow he remembered Fei Du's description of their basement on the way to Heng'ai Hospital.

Luo Wenzhou's feet as he was about to go upstairs turned a corner unexpectedly and walked down.

The stairs leading to the basement had a corner, which kept the light from above and made the environment even darker. An additional heavy security door with a combination lock was installed at the end of the stairs.

Luo Wenzhou stared at the combination lock for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and called Fei Du. After two rings, he was cut off. The host upstairs obviously didn't want to talk to him.

Luo Wenzhou opened the password input keyboard and observed it for a while, and found that there was an alarm attached to it—that is to say, when someone tried to break in, or entered the wrong password, the whole villa would sound a wailing siren. .

"Maybe let the siren shake the quail upstairs. It's a little more civilized than me kicking the door in."

Luo Wenzhou had such a bad idea in his heart. Although the injury on his back is not in the way, it still hurts a lot. Today, he didn't want to kick the door, so he stretched out his claws and randomly entered six digits on the combination lock, and then quickly blocked his ears.

But after waiting for a while, the expected alarm was silent, the indicator light on the security door flashed twice, and with a "click", it slid away by itself.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He put down the hand covering his ears embarrassedly, staring at the security door in front of him in disbelief, and then realized that he just entered the date of the day Fei Du's mother died unexpectedly.

Luo Wenzhou never imagined that he would actually have a bad luck. He just tried to open the password by mistake. He was dumbfounded for a while. He glanced upstairs hesitantly, and called Fei Du again— - This time, the gān was shut down.

"Then don't blame me," Luo Wenzhou muttered. "All silence is acquiescence on my part."

He confidently lifted his feet and walked into the most mysterious corner of the house. Facing the cold and wet atmosphere in the ground, he turned on the light, and was stunned—

The basement had no desk like Fei Du had mentioned. Facing the screen was a reclining chair with straps on it, a computer, a bunch of complicated equipment didn't know what to do next, and a small freezer.

Luo Wenzhou broke out in a cold sweat for no reason, and gently pushed open the small freezer. There were several small medicine bottles in it.

I don't know if it was his illusion or not, he always felt that he smelled a faint smell of blood.

What has Fei Du been here for? !

Luo Wenzhou's heart rate soared to one hundred and fifty in an instant, and for a while, his mind went blank, and he almost froze in place. Ten thousand bees flew around his ears.

After a long while, he lightly bit the tip of his tongue, shook his head vigorously, looked around, and thought, "No, it shouldn't, there is no weapon in hand here."

With Fei Du's cowardly body, he really wanted to do something, and it was impossible to do it with his bare hands.

Luo Wenzhou tried his best to calm down, and then took a closer look at the reclining chair with straps, the heart hanging in his throat "hoola" and slammed back into his chest, Luo Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief—he found himself startled, the reclining chair The straps on the top are seat belts, and you can buckle and untie them yourself. I'm afraid it's not very easy to use them for killing people and dismembering corpses.

He reached out and touched the leather reclining chair, took pictures of the inexplicable pile of instruments and medicine bottles, and quietly sent them to Lang Qiao, instructing her to find out what it was.

There was a pair of headphones hanging on the back of the chair. Luo Wenzhou picked it up and put it close to his ear, turning on the audio-visual equipment in front of him.

First, the soothing sound of "You raise me up" flowed into his ears through the earphones with excellent sound quality. Luo Wenzhou never realized that this song was so good, and when he was sighing about the value of electronic equipment, he became hysterical. His screams suddenly pierced the music without warning. Because Luo Wenzhou's psychological quality was excellent, he couldn't help shivering.

At this moment, the large screen on the projection suddenly lit up, and he raised his head suddenly——

There is a live video of a murder being broadcast on it. It was uploaded by a perverted murderer from abroad a few years ago. The murderer has already pierced the needle to meet the foreigners and their gods. The video has also been officially cleaned up, but it is still circulating on the dark web. The victim on the video screams like a dying animal, and the screams and songs are entangled in the earphones with amazing sound, like two whips that lash out at the soul.

Unbearably, Luo Wenzhou tore off his earphones and fast-forwarded back, followed by videos of beheadings, videos of executions, videos of extremist organization members nüè being held captives and hostages, and bloody pictures...

Luo Wenzhou's vibrating cell phone suddenly "buzzed", and his whole body jolted, almost smashing the phone on the ground, and when he picked it up, the sound was wrong: "Hello?"

"Boss, where are you? Is it easy to talk?" Lang Qiao asked in a low voice, "You won't break into the 'treatment and withdrawal center' of any black workshop, will you?"

Luo Wenzhou frowned, "What kind of treatment and withdrawal center?"

"I asked someone to look at the photo you sent me," Lang Qiao said. "It's an electric shock device. Those medicines include emetics, tranquilizers, and some other..."

Luo Wenzhou couldn't hear what she said behind her.

Fei Du was able to vomit himself to the point of being dehydrated and dizzy, the trembling in his hands that he couldn't stop, and repeating the song over and over... as if there was an explanation.