Chapter 115 Verhovinsky (twenty-five)

The dining table was smashed to the ground by a Luo Wenzhou who fell from the sky for no reason, and the thin and tall red wine bottle suffered an unwarranted disaster.

With a strong and sweet aroma of wine, there is a mighty crusade smell, soaking the entire restaurant in it. The person who had lost his mind had no choice but to regain his senses briefly, and began to pack up a place to borrow.

"Where are your shoes?" Luo Wenzhou first asked, and then he remembered—when Fei Du was dragged all the way back to the living room from the entrance, his slippers seemed to be thrown off. He was rather embarrassed. He coughed and waved his hands while cleaning the glass. Fragment, while complaining, "Hide away without shoes... The words are not clear, just gnaw on the mouth, no name and no point, take advantage of me, rascal."

Fei Du retreated to the corner, his eyes swept across Luo Wenzhou's back tense from bending over, and he folded his arms across his chest: "I'm not a hooligan, I'm the son of nüè's madness, and if he falls ill in the future, he might be ill. Let you talk to others, don't let you go out alone with your friends, fill your phone and car with bugs that track and locate, and maybe even lock you in the basement so that no one can see it, and I can't wait to eat you , are you afraid?"

Luo Wenzhou gathered the broken glass together and wrapped it up, then wrapped the tape into a soft and harmless ball. Hearing these bold words, he laughed heartily: "It's just you? Don't be stubborn—go get a rag. Come."

Fei Du stared at him for a moment, bypassing the red wine soup in one place, and picking up the rag to wipe the floor, feeling that the heart that he had just cut out with his own hands was rarely so empty, as if a boulder had burst open, and countless secretive, depressed, distorted Thoughts, all of them are like worms that grow secretly under the stone, and they run away in a chaotic manner, revealing their bodies that cannot see the sun in the light.

Fei Du handed the rag to Luo Wenzhou, but when he reached out to pick it up, he didn't let go.

Luo Wenzhou raised his head to look at him, and when he saw the light folded into Fei Du's glass-like eyes, there seemed to be a warm vigor.

Then Fei Du pulled on a rag made of torn long pants, and finally nodded to admit, "Well, I like you."

The Sao Bao mountain bike that was bombed, the old game console that grew up with him, the drawer where a kitten was once hidden, the skewers sprinkled with pepper, the annual flowers in the cemetery , countless times of taunting each other... Now that think about it, those old things are like a golden thread threaded together, outlining a vague outline from the heavy black fog of memory, according to his past and future.

Luo Wenzhou felt as if he had been waiting for these words all his life. The corners of his mouth pursed slightly without smiling, and then suddenly without saying a word, he pulled the rag, and threw it on the ground, stretching it out. He rushed his arm in the sink, and without wiping it, he grabbed Fei Du's waist and dragged him away.

It's good not to wear shoes, so you don't have to throw them off again.

As for the restaurant floor full of peach blossoms... Anyway, the glass slag has been cleaned up, I'm not afraid that Luo Yiguo will step on it, and the rest can be done.

Luo Yiguo was busy with his daily schedule. He had to get up three or four times a night. He had to patrol the territory and make up for a late-night snack. The schedule was very busy. Today's short sleep was over, and Master Cat had just jumped out of the door of the second bedroom, when he saw that the door of the larger bedroom was half open, and there was actually light inside.

Its raised ears moved slightly, taking small steps to check what happened in the territory, but in the middle of it, it was attracted by the strange smell in the restaurant. Luo Yiguo cautiously sniffed the red liquid on the floor for a few laps, and couldn't help licking his sticky paws. Generally cats and dogs have a keen sense of smell and are afraid of tobacco and alcohol. Who knows that Comrade Luo Yiguo is very talented. It turned out to be an alcoholic in a cat, licked it and found that the taste was quite satisfactory, so he buried his head and tasted it.

Suddenly, it heard a short and unbearable "ah" sound, and then the cat master remembered his mission, raised his neck with difficulty, and was about to follow the sound, but unexpectedly, he lifted his leg and walked along a straight turn, suddenly turning left and right. After walking a few steps on the ground, it bumped into the side of the sofa and fell down.

Christmas Eve, once a year, like an old candle wick, never long enough.

The water vapor adsorbed on the glass windows condensed quietly in the night, and a snow-white frost bloomed.

Fei Du didn't know which soul and which soul was still haunting his subconscious mind. He couldn't tell whether it was real or imaginary. He was inexplicably awakened in a drowsy trance. However, he noticed that the headlights had not been turned off—Luo Wenzhou was staring at him beside him.

Seeing that Fei Du was not sleeping well, Luo Wenzhou finally reluctantly turned off the dim light and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Sleep, I'll go back to work overtime tomorrow, you can rest, don't follow me up early."

"It's as if you were able to get up early..." Fei Du thought to himself. Before he had time to say this ridicule, the drowsiness that came and went had engulfed him gently again.

He seemed to hear the faint sound of the piano, as if there was a slightly thin woman with her back to him, sitting in front of a clear window, a large amount of sunlight fell on her, as if to melt her figure into it, She skillfully pressed the keys and played some unfamiliar tunes.

The next day, the great Luo team really lived up to the expectations. He was overjoyed and sad, and woke up late again—because the phone’s alarm was off at some point, and the artificial messenger didn’t call him.

Fei Du had already brought the hangover Luo Yiguo back to the cat's den. He took a dozen wet wipes and cleaned the alcohol-soaked floor and cat's paws. He was dressed neatly. I returned the words in the evening: "Didn't I let you rest? You don't have to follow me to get up early, and I'm not willing to call you."

Luo Wenzhou held the toothbrush in his mouth and pointed his middle finger at him.

Mr. Fei happily watched how the outspoken man slapped his face, and then drove him to work tirelessly.

"By the way," Luo Wenzhou sat in the co-pilot, swallowed the last bite of the egg roll, and wiped his hands with a tissue, "I just remembered that the last time the 'picture album project' was launched was thirteen years ago, that is, In the second year after Gu Zhao's accident, will the album project be related to him?"

"If Xiao Haiyang is telling the truth, and if Gu Zhao was really investigating the problems that occurred during Lu Guosheng's investigation, then it is very likely." Fei Du said, "'There is more than just Lu Guosheng', from what I hear, very It may be that he had tracked down Lu Guosheng at that time, and found other wanted criminals in his possible hiding place. The 'Louvre' is very likely one of their dens."

"Well," Luo Wenzhou paused, and after a while, he said, "I'm just wondering about one thing."

"Um?"

"Generally, except for some very special circumstances, when we go to investigate and collect evidence, at least one other colleague should accompany us. Tracking down the whereabouts of a wanted criminal does not involve insiders or secrets, and there is nothing that cannot be investigated openly. , if Gu Zhao was framed, why was he single-handedly framed?"

Didn't anyone tell him before he went to the Louvre that day?

Or did he actually notify someone and that person betrayed him?

Luo Wenzhou's eyes flashed with a haze, and then he changed his voice and asked again, "I haven't asked yet, how did you block Xiao Haiyang yesterday?"

"I didn't block him, he had a bunch of keys on his waist, and his voice was different from other people's when he was walking. When I was about to go out, I heard him approaching. When your brief meeting of two words started, I saw Xiao Haiyang was shaking. The water droplets on his hands came in, and it didn't take ten minutes before or after. He wouldn't have frequent urination at such a young age, right? There was no one at that time, and I felt something was wrong, so I hid for a while in the place where the sanitary ware was placed."

"Where to put sanitary ware?" Luo Wenzhou was stunned—no wonder Xiao Haiyang didn't notice. "Then how do you know his lock screen number?"

"Guess, once someone borrowed his office computer, the password he reported was this," Fei Du said casually, "Xiao Haiyang is a person with a strong sense of mission and obsession, and usually uses a special Meaningful numbers are used as passwords, and generally there is only one set - like Tao Ran, it is relatively simple. I guess his password is basically a combination of birthday, name or phone number; It is very open, so the work computer password and private password are definitely not the same set, I guess the password of her office computer and work account is the office house number or the police number, or it may be a combination of the two."

Luo Wenzhou asked curiously, "Then guess what the password for my salary card is... What are you laughing at?"

Fei Du glanced at him: "Why should I guess the password for a bookmark when I'm fine?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Inexplicably, he felt that when he woke up, this treatment was "back to before liberation"! The bastard who opened his mouth and shut his mouth to hurt him "Red Sunset", "It's better to sell fried dough sticks", and "Old Master" has clearly been away for a long time, and now he has come back without a sound!

Sure enough, the sweet words and thoughtfulness are all pretending to coax people, all to covet his ròu body!

The streets are full of the atmosphere of the approaching New Year. Merchants are vying to launch promotions. Christmas red and capitalized "Happy New Year" fill the happy urban area. The music of "Jingle Bells" and "Happy New Year" in small shops is not good. The points stick to each other, one after another like a round of singing. The shallow layer of thin ice on the road has been shoveled away by the sanitation workers who got up early, and the car is very light - even if it is very painful to work overtime on Saturday.

Whether it is the content of overtime or the overtime itself.

Luo Wenzhou and Fei Du were playing tricks all the time, and before the smile faded, he saw a middle-aged couple appear at the door of the office. Looking at the face and dressing, the family is probably not well-off, the woman has freckles, the voice is sharp, the man is slightly fat, some shoulders are shrunk, and his face is heavy with a gray briefcase.

"No, our children have said it, and it's nothing. The children in their class are ignorant, and they will spread rumors and spread rumors. They don't care about such a big school. Our children are fine and never talk nonsense." The woman. The speed of speech was fast, and the sharp palms kept pushing and refusing, "Comrade police, don't listen to the wind and rain in the future, just call people to ask questions, how bad it is to influence the unit, I don't know, I thought we had something to do!"

Tao Ran hurriedly chased after him: "Can you let the child have a chat with us..."

"I can't come to the Public Security Bureau once, but I have to come twice?" The woman's voice suddenly increased, causing an echo in the corridor, "That's a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, not a thief or a robber, and she's still scared sick now Now, if something happens, will the public pay? What are you talking about! Where are your leaders?"

Tao Ran opened his mouth, feeling that he was not very good at what to say later, Lang Qiao understood, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Eldest sister, do you think she should go to the hospital for a check..."

"What to check? Why check?" The woman seemed to be provoked by her words. She put her hands on her hips and stretched her neck by two feet, as if ready to grow a hard beak at any time and peck a hole in Lang Qiao's skull, "You What do you mean? Hey, you are a little girl yourself, why are you spitting out blood? What kind of reputation does this spread out, dare it's not you..."

The man's face was sullen, and he pulled her next to him: "If you say no, there will be no, stop talking nonsense to them, you are busy, let's go."

While talking, the middle-aged couple had already rolled out like a gust of wind.

Tao Ran wiped his face, walked over helplessly, and threw his hands at Luo Wenzhou: "See it or not, that's it. Except for the insignificant bystanders, the others either get a lawyer to come over to fight you, or that's the attitude."

"Isn't this the parent of Liang Youjing, the girl who took the lead in bullying others? I don't think she looks like the school manager, or who is from their gang?"

Tao Ran sighed, "That's Wang Xiao's parent."

Luo Wenzhou was a little surprised, and then frowned again—why is the victim's parent more anxious to clear it up than the abuser's parent?

"Wang Xiao's side, the child answered the phone and refused to show up. The parents denied that she had been violated at school, and they came over early in the morning to make a scene. Lao Luo, if this is the case, it will be difficult to obtain evidence. ."

What happened in Yufen Middle School, if we had to whitewash Taiping, it could be said to be a small conflict between the students. If it wasn't for the fact that Xia Xiaonan's replacement Wang Xiao was dragged into the boys' dormitory, the city bureau's criminal police would be quite powerless to intervene- People haven't broken you, and even if you have broken it, you can't identify the injury now.

Personality insults are not easy to obtain evidence, even if the evidence is solid, you can't take a group of half-old children. At most, criticize the education for a meal, and then put those students back where they came from. Perhaps the person involved has experienced dark and dark persecution and fear, but from the legal scale of an adult, it is such an understatement of a "little thing".

Now, about the collective sexual assault, the perpetrators made up their minds to shut up together under the pressure of the lawyers.