Chapter 95 Verhovinsky (5)

Luo Wenzhou took the kraft paper bag and walked to the balcony, pushed the window open a little, and lit a cigarette. Luo Yiguo, who was originally seduced by the smell of wax, was swept away by the small cold wind, and immediately ran away trembling with his tail tucked.

He was facing the coldest night of the year, and behind him was the indulgent conservatory, and in his hand there was a terrifying suicide note whose pages had been turned over.

"I don't know who my enemies are or how long they have existed. They have a huge organization, huge wealth, and occupy countless high-quality resources and privileges, but they are still unsatisfied, and they have to do whatever they want, and surpass them. Above the law - I suspect that these people are involved in multiple murders, and even privately support wanted criminals and buy them to kill."

Seeing this, Luo Wenzhou's hand that flicked the soot suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help shivering slightly.

His eyes swept across the line of handwriting that "keep a wanted criminal in private, buy a murderer to kill" - in Zhou's case, the murderer who killed Dong Xiaoqing by car was a wanted criminal. , to make a living by killing people.

In the dark, there seems to be an extremely thin line passing through the heavy fog, revealing a faint vein.

"Jiahui, do you still remember Gu Zhao, my former good friend and good brother, but now no one dares to mention him, he has become a disgraceful 'history', and even a group photo will be covered by a corner. Although Teacher Fan has gone the wrong way, he has one sentence right: Gu Zhao is not that kind of person, so there must be a problem behind this."

"Mr. Fan has already folded in, but he is for personal revenge. I sometimes think, what am I for? I don't know, I have been working for more than 20 years, and it stands to reason that I should be withdrawn from the front line. From now on, I will focus on management, hold meetings, give speeches, and stop talking to all kinds of illegal and criminal people every day. I should retire in peace, watch Xinxin graduate and start a family, and then retire and take care of my life. , I should pretend that I don't know anything. I really want to do it well, and no one can blame me for anything. "

"But as soon as I close my eyes, I will think of Teacher Fan, Gu Zhao, the dead people on the '327 National Road', and the children who have never lived or died."

"Jiahui, I can't do it, I hope you can forgive me."

"This world is too complicated. Countless dirty things have been deposited in the ground for a long time, like a sinkhole that cannot heal itself."

"But I always feel that time is like a continuous stream of big làng rushing to the shore. Every time it rises, it comes violently. Some—for example, we now have all kinds of trace detection technologies, which can detect polygraphs, compare DNA, and maybe soon, a surveillance network will be built everywhere, which can be spread to every corner.”

"Maybe the next làng call, all this will be revealed to the world. If I am no longer there at that time, please watch that day for me, and give these things to those who can continue to investigate."

After Luo Wenzhou read it, he let out a long breath and carefully folded the letter according to the original seal. Yang Zhengfeng's letter to his wife was not long, but he didn't understand a few things in it. But he understood the part when Lao Yang said he "has more than enough energy".

He tried hard to recall the days before Lao Yang's sacrifice, and vaguely remembered that Yang Zhengfeng smoked very fiercely at that time. When someone asked him, he just said that it was because he was worried about his children's college entrance examination, and some of their ignorant young people were still making fun of it. ...

What did Lao Yang look at him at the time?

Do you think he can't support the wall with mud?

So the old detective could only walk on a dangerous road in the dark like a lonely hero who can't be trusted.

Luo Wenzhou stared out the window for a moment, then turned and walked towards the study.

Luo Yiguo was walking around in front of the bedroom door next to him, looking like he really wanted to go in. Luo Wenzhou passed by, bent down and picked up its two front paws, put it on his arm, and carried the cat into the study: "Don't disturb him."

Luo Yiguo let out a "meow", formed a ball, nestled in his lap, stared at him as he logged into the intranet, and entered the keyword "327 National Road".

The materials that pop up are basically scanned copies. It can be seen that the age is really long, and it is an old case. It is a bit difficult to read.

That was a sensation fifteen years ago—

"327 National Road" is a section of road outside Yancheng City, which bypasses Lianhua Mountain. It was built more than 30 years ago and was once one of the lifelines of Jiāo. Later, after several winds and rains, it was gradually replaced by the highway through the mountains and the sea, which gradually became desolate. Unless you go to several small towns along the 327 National Road, few people deliberately take a detour from here.

The serial robbery and murder case happened on this sparsely populated road.

The victims are all freight drivers who run short and medium distances. In order to save costs, freight drivers for short and medium distances usually go on the road alone, and they must carry belongings on them. They are easier targets.

The murderer may have believed in some folk superstitions, believing that a person who died violently would evolve a camera function on his own, leaving the last image he saw before his death on his retina, so he smashed the victim's eyeballs, making the death look extraordinarily miserable.

The body of the first killed driver was dumped next to the truck. He was stabbed more than a dozen times, and he was fatally wounded in the chest. All the belongings he carried with him were gone, not even a steel shovel was left, and there were few in the cargo compartment. Got a small refrigerator. In addition to the driver, there were a bunch of messy footprints at the scene. After analysis, it should be two men and one woman.

In addition, there is a little suspicious blood on the front wheel, because it is not human blood, it did not attract attention at first.

Less than two months later, a similar case occurred on National Highway 327.

The murderers may have "been born and cooked twice", except that they still smashed the eyeballs of the deceased, they did not stab them again, and the second deceased was killed by one knife. The deceased was small and thin. He knelt down in front of the car door before he died, and he did not have too many resistance injuries. According to inference, he should have been threatened by a knife-wielding robber. Reluctant to let him go, he stabbed him in the back with a fatal stab in the back when he had no resistance.

In the third case, the murderers' criminal methods escalated again. This time, they even learned to make fun of the victim. After the victim was killed with a knife, they gouged out his eyes, chopped off his limbs with a machete, and set them aside.

At that time, this major serial robbery and murder case was quickly transferred by the local police to the Yancheng Municipal Bureau, and the Municipal Bureau set up a special task force.

Luo Wenzhou's gaze lingered on the person in charge of the task force. He saw that the group leader was "Yang Zhengfeng", and the deputy group leader was a name he was not familiar with—"Gu Zhao".

Luo Wenzhou frowned and stroked the cat.

If this Gu Zhao was a senior who had worked with Lao Yang and had experienced many major cases, why has no one ever mentioned him?

Luo Yiguo just wanted to find a place to sleep, so he finally condescended to fall in love with the shit shoveler's thigh, and had to endure his messy little movements, so he was very dissatisfied and hit the shit shoveler's hand through the ròu pad, from his knees Jump up and down and run.

Luo Wenzhou ignored it and continued to scroll down—at that time, the task force found that in the three robbery cases, there were a small amount of animal bloodstains on the front wheels or front stalls of the trucks that were robbed, so they organized a large-scale manpower along the national highway. The search focused on several areas with high accident rates and narrow roads. Sure enough, a sudden braking rut and the body of a dog were found near the recent incident.

The task force suspected that the criminal suspect was using small animals as bait to ambush in a dark and narrow road. When the target vehicle approached, he threw the dog out of the way, forcing the truck to slow down, and then the female accomplice in the gang came forward to touch the porcelain, bī Stop the van and lure the victim out of the vehicle.

National Highway 327 is not the filming set of Journey to the West. When people see a single woman, they will not be too cautious. Once the victim gets out of the car, her accomplices will rush to robbery and murder.

The task force used informants to find illegal traders who specialize in catching and selling stray dogs. Following this clue, they followed the clues and finally pinpointed the murderer—the main culprits were a pair of brothers in a small town along the national road. Called "Lu Guosheng", the female prisoner with them was a little sister, Lu Guoxin's girlfriend.

Lu Guoxin himself, there is nothing to say, he is a idle unemployed young man with a criminal record of robbery and imprisonment.

On the other hand, his younger brother, Lu Guosheng, is more special. He is a college graduate.

This Lu Guosheng was often absent from school during his school days. Because of his poor performance and too many failed subjects, his graduation was delayed by the school and his graduation certificate was withheld. After that, he finally found a small transportation company as a clerk, and was fired because of a conflict with others. After returning home, he became more and more cynical, and decided to take revenge on the society. He hit it off with his scumbag brother and planned this serial robbery.

After grabbing the property, the three of them took it out and squandered it. It came and went quickly. When the money was spent, they began to think about the next vote. And Lu Guosheng is a natural anti-social element. Unlike the other two people, he has no interest in the money of the freight driver's three melons and dates. Instead, he finds the pleasure of killing people in action after action. In this case, he He is the soul, and the remaining two are the thugs and the bait, and they are all his sidekicks.

The police quickly arrested Lu Guoxin and his girlfriend, but the most dangerous Lu Guosheng fled and disappeared from the world.

Luo Wenzhou entered the full name of "Lu Guosheng" and found that his wanted order had not been withdrawn. In other words, fifteen years have passed, and this person has not been caught!

In a society where neighbors report drug abuse, how did a vicious and wanted criminal hide for 15 years?

Unless he goes to some inaccessible place to live in seclusion... But can someone like Lu Guosheng really endure loneliness and murderous hope?

Luo Wenzhou rubbed his brows, lit another cigarette, and went through the other things in the kraft paper bag.

There was a photo on the first page of the folder—Luo Wenzhou had seen it countless times in Bureau Lu’s office, but the group photo that Bureau Lu had put up had a person covered by a frame. This time, he finally saw the whole thing.

The fifth person was standing in the corner, pulled by Yang Zhengfeng's elbow. He didn't seem to be used to the camera. He stood a little cautiously, with a smile on his face that looked like he was using too much force.

Gu Zhao... Is this person Gu Zhao?

Luo Wenzhou reached out and tapped the keyboard twice, searching for "Gu Zhao", but there was also very little information, there was only a vague punishment order. Luo Wenzhou read the punishment sheet several times, and only saw the words "serious violation of discipline" and "violation of the bottom line of the law." There was no clue as to what this person had done.

In addition to the letter to the teacher and the old photos, there are a dozen snapshots in the kraft paper bag. don't know where they got it.

The protagonists in the photos are of different ages, men and women, and they don’t look any different from ordinary citizens. Luo Wenzhou thought about it and flipped through the wanted list. In less than half an hour, he found several corresponding photos from the intranet database. All of them, without exception, are fugitives.

At this moment, the door of the study creaked open again, Luo Wenzhou's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he reprimanded without raising his head: "Luo Yiguo, do you hate it?"

At this moment, the power cord under his feet moved, Luo Wenzhou lowered his head, and saw Luo Yiguo mutilating his power cord with a grin, and Harazi made the black cord shiny... Who is that who came in at the door?

Luo Wenzhou suddenly looked at the door, only to find that Fei Du was leaning against the door frame and looking at him.

"I'll come out and pour a glass of hot water." Fei Du said.

Luo Wenzhou shuddered, and subconsciously closed the page in hand, then hurriedly stuffed Lao Yang's folder into the drawer, and stood up: "I...I'll pour it for you."

When the glass of water was finished, Luo Wenzhou came back to his senses—Boss Fei Du was alone, and it wasn't that he had no hands or feet, so why did he have to instruct him to pour the glass of water? He just got up in the middle of the night and surfed the Internet, how could he make it look like he was catching up with people?

Fei Du silently took the cup from his hand and swept across Luo Wenzhou's fingertips. He suddenly thought, "I live here, but it's not really convenient for him."

To read something at home, get up in the middle of the night and hide in the study.

Under one roof, each of them hides and hides, and it consumes both of them. Why is this necessary?

Fei Du lowered his eyes, pondered these words in his heart, and remembered the words several times, but after drinking the glass of water, he couldn't speak.

He was like a traveler walking in the desert with a cracked body, but Luo Wenzhou and this little house were like half a bottle of water falling from the sky, even if there was arsenic in it, even if the cold reason broke his fingers one by one ...he was not willing to give up.

The two were relatively silent for a moment, and Luo Wenzhou suddenly spoke up: "I'm investigating the real cause of my master's death, and I just have some clues recently."

Fei Du didn't expect him to suddenly say such a sentence, almost startled.

"It involves too much, the fewer people who know, the better," Luo Wenzhou looked at him fixedly, and said, "I can't rule out that it may have something to do with you as well. I have a lot of things that I haven't figured out right now, and I can't estimate whether I can tell you or not. , tell you how much, so you have to give me a few days - I'm so honest, can you see?"

Fei Du had never seen such a "discrete analysis" of concealment and frankness. He was stunned for a while, then nodded subconsciously, "Okay."

Luo Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief. He had just watched Fei Du slowly finish the glass of water. He suddenly had an unreasonable premonition in his heart. He always felt that if he didn't say something, something would happen later that he didn't want to see. thing.

He put his hand around Fei Du's shoulder: "Then you go earlier..."

Without warning, Fei Du pulled his wrist and pushed hard. Luo Wenzhou lost his center of gravity and stumbled into the armrest of the sofa.

Fei Du pressed his knee against him, tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly smiled: "But Senior Brother, you can't just send me verbally, right?"