Chapter 141 Edmund Dantes (twelve)

It was a rather fancy Japanese restaurant. You had to take off your shoes when you entered the door. There was no lobby, and there were small private rooms one by one. Fei Du was invited to walk in alone, and when he pushed the door, he could hardly recognize Zhou Huaijin.

The official heir of the Zhou family was wearing a simple stone-colored coat, without the hair wax that he used in the past, and the huge suitcase stood against the wall, looking like a mess. His face is still pretty, but he has lost a lot of weight, and is somewhat out of shape. His neatly short hair is pale and his temples are pale, and he looks a little more old-fashioned.

If Zhou Huaijin was like a rich and powerful boy before, at this time, when his hair was white and his clothes changed, he almost became a middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life. It can be seen that a beautiful and rich skin is really as thin as a cicada's wings.

"I'm a young man with gray hair, and I turned gray when I was in my twenties. I used to bake dyes before, but I haven't been bothered by it recently, which made President Fei laugh." Zhou Huaijin smiled at Fei Du, "Please sit down, this restaurant has been around for many years. I used to drive with a friend in private, and my family didn't even know about it, so it's safe to talk."

Fei Du's eyes swept across an oil painting on the wall. It was a sunset glow, the subject matter was somewhat commonplace, and the painting was quite satisfactory. It didn't seem to be anything special, but the colors were full and warm, although it was not of any artistic value. , it is very in line with public aesthetics.

Fei Du complimented politely and casually: "It's very tasteful."

"It was painted by Huai Xin. I asked him to draw me a few landscape paintings that could be hung in the living room and bedroom. He said he was not from the decoration team... But in the end, he pinched his nose and drew me a few pictures. Painting... It's a pity that he has never been here." Zhou Huaijin followed his gaze, his eyes darkened, "Drink tea? Or some sake?"

"Tea is fine, my family won't let me drink."

Zhou Huaijin wiped his hands and poured a cup of tea for Fei Du: "Please—at that time, I just wanted to leave Zhou's house one day and leave a way out for myself. It was a good plan, and I wanted to open a family in a deep alley. A small restaurant that only receives a few tables of guests every day. There are not many customers, so the store should be quiet. But ah, how can it be so easy to make a living? From the opening of this store to the present, it costs nothing I haven’t made a profit, and I have to pay hundreds of thousands of dollars every year to support it.”

Fei Du smiled, but didn't say anything. Even if Zhou Huaijin was a "poor" who didn't love his grandmother and uncle, he was also a "poor" wearing gold and silver. The mushrooms in the corner of Zhou's villa were bigger than other people's umbrellas.

"For so many years, I have hated the Zhou family, and I can't give up fame and fortune. The two ends are not things - President Fei, such a huge family business, if it were you, would you be willing?"

"Brother Zhou," Fei Du glanced at his watch, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. If you are not prepared, you will not come to me."

Zhou Huaijin met his gaze, and looked at Fei Du silently for a moment. He nodded, and said a little desolately, "Looking at wealth and honor is like a floating cloud, if I can let it go like you, Huaixin wouldn't have disappeared early. I asked you to come here because I found some things after I went back. Although the Zhou family has a disreputable reputation in China, it can still support it overseas, but if I say these words today, I am afraid that I will have to start from scratch in the future. "

Fei Du: "I'm all ears."

"When my mother died, there was a box of expired medicines left in the safe, do you remember? You brought it to my attention."

Fei Du nodded - Zhou Huaijin's mother, the Mrs. Zhou who murdered her husband, was still a scum if she changed her husband. According to Zhou Huaijin's description, the shelf life of her second marriage had not yet opened the lid of ready-to-drink soy milk. long.

It's just that the relationship between husband and wife can be broken up at will, but the alliance who seeks money and kills dare not do so. Therefore, in addition to the common equity, Mrs. Zhou must have something in her hands that can deter Zhou Junmao. But when she died, Zhou Huaijin opened the safe that she had locked all her life, only to find that there was only a box of expired heart disease medicine.

"After I went back, I researched the box of medicines over and over for a long time. I really couldn't figure out what this thing could do. At one point, I thought that this might be evidence of Zhou Junmao's murder of Zhou Yahou, and even asked someone to identify whether there were bloodstains and DNA residues on it. , but nothing on it."

"Even if there is, it can't be used as evidence. The blood stains on the cardboard box may have been smeared by anyone on any occasion. If it was at the time of the incident, the evidence collected by the police at the scene would have some research value, but wait for Zhou Yahou's corpse. It's already cold, and it would be too imprecise to take this thing as physical evidence."

"Yes, I even suspected that my mother left such a thing purely to scare Zhou Junmao - until I accidentally saw the barcode on the medicine box." Zhou Huaijin took out his mobile phone, opened the picture, and opened the mysterious medicine box. Show Fei Du, "This is it."

"I don't know if you have done that kind of training when you were a child, that is, to recite things that children don't understand, such as Tang poetry and Song Ci, pi, etc., to exercise mechanical memory ability. When I was a child, my mother made me memorize barcode numbers. You know The barcodes of commodities are generally ENA code system, in which the first three digits refer to the country to which they belong. Mr. Fei, you see, the origin of this box of medicines is in the United States, but the first three digits of the corresponding barcode are '480'."

"Isn't 480 the US code?"

"It's the Philippines."

Fei Du zoomed in on the photo and observed it carefully for a moment: "But this string of barcodes is not 13 digits, and there are small spaces in the middle of the printing, so I guess it shouldn't be torn from a product made in the Philippines."

"No," Zhou Huaijin said, "'480' followed by four digits, and then a small space—four digits, what do you think?"

Fei Du frowned, "Anything that can be coded... What is the zip code in their country?"

"You guessed it right, the zip code in the Philippines is exactly four digits." Zhou Huaijin couldn't help lowering his voice, "Further, these numbers do not match the corresponding latitude and longitude in the Philippines, so I guess it probably refers to the postal area. Streets and sects within, that is, it’s not a barcode of a commodity, it’s an address.”

"I followed this address to find it - it's not easy, after all, it's been decades, the streets have been demolished, changed, and three guides have changed. It took a lot of effort to find out where I lived before. Where did the person at this address move. My mother's assumption was that Zhou Junmao would probably be against me once she passed away. I should be able to get what she left for me, but she didn't expect that Zhou Junmao didn't treat me Let’s start, and for so many years, I have been messing around in the Zhou family, and I have no achievements, and I am full of evil spirits, and I have not looked at her relics carefully.” Zhou Huaijin sighed, “But this time I am lucky. Well, the old man is over eighty years old, still alive, and not confused, remember what happened back then."

Fei Du immediately asked, "Who is the person you found following this address?"

"She," Zhou Huaijin flipped through the album on his mobile phone and showed Fei Du a photo of him and an old lady, "it's this old lady, I have a vague impression of her. When she was very young, she worked in my house as a housekeeper. , and then suddenly disappeared one day. Only when I found her did I know that it was my mother who sent her away."

"What does she have there?"

"When Zhou Yahou suffered a heart attack, music was playing on the tape recorder at home. He pressed the record button by mistake while struggling, and recorded the conversation between Zhou Junmao and Zheng Kaifeng who came later. My mother secretly put away the cassette, Trust someone to keep it, the original is in the bag, and you can listen to the audio first.”

As he spoke, he called up the recorded audio from his phone.

There was a screeching noise in the recording first. Listening to this voice, one could feel how violently the people inside were struggling, vague and thrilling. It took a long time for it to subside—it should be that Zhou Yahou was already dead. After a while, footsteps came, and there was A man's voice said, "It's dead, don't worry."

Zhou Huaijin: "This is Zheng Kaifeng."

In the recording, Zheng Kaifeng 38 years ago sneered: "Mr. Zhou, when it comes to the critical moment, you should step back. Zhou Yahou is dead. In the future, the family business and beauty are all yours? So what is the solemn gān?"

Another male voice said hesitantly, "Let's think about what I missed. If I get suspected, it would be bad to hire the police to investigate."

"Anything missing? My sister-in-law went to the movies, and the house nannies were on vacation. As for the two of us—we went fishing together this afternoon, have you forgotten? Clean up, let's go!" Zheng Kaifeng laughed frantically, "When I think about it, These are all mine from now on, I'll... Ha! This is my life... Hey, Brother Zhou, it doesn't matter what else, you want to give me his little villa."

Footsteps in the recording go away.

Fei Du turned his head to the side: "Little villa? Are there any hints?"

"Zhou Yahou has a secret private villa," Zhou Huaijin put down her phone, "I spent more than a week with her, and I finally got her to speak and tell the truth that my mother couldn't bear Zhou Yahou's cheating."

Fei Du raised his eyebrows slightly: "I don't think the truth will sound pleasant."

"Zhou Yahou likes underage girls." Zhou Huaijin said in a low voice with difficulty, "Especially...especially oriental girls aged thirteen or fourteen. Zhou Yahou has a villa to keep these...these..."

Fei Du asked, "Where did the girl come from?"

Zhou Huaijin was silent for a while: "Zhou Yahou from the welfare institute was also very 'philanthropic' during his lifetime. In the East Asian generation, he has sponsored several welfare institutes, and there are also domestic ones, so that he can choose the girl he likes."

"Is there any evidence?"

"Yes." Zhou Huaijin opened the suitcase next to him and took out a kraft paper bag with a dozen old photos in it.

The old photos were laid flat on the simple and clean table. The chic cha flowers lowered their heads from the vase. The whirling flower shadows and Fei Du’s eyes fell on the distorted old photos—they were four or five half-length photos of young girls. , looks very beautiful, with a bit of malnutrition and childishness, wearing old-fashioned fashion that looks a bit kitsch with today's aesthetic vision, wearing makeup, indescribably weird.

"If you want to give it to the police, the parties are dead anyway - the back of the photo is the girl's information, these are Chinese, there are also Koreans and Japanese, all in the box. That old woman's job was to help Zhou Yahou take care of the villa. The girls here, when the girls are raised around sixteen years old and grow to be about the size of an adult, he will lose interest, abandon them, send people to those underground population markets, and usually, usually die quickly... "

Zhou Huaijin couldn't go on, looked away, covered his mouth with one hand, and said after a while, "I'm sorry... I once thought that Zhou Yahou was my biological father. He has been regarded as an idol of a god...cough, it's a little disgusting."

"There has been no internet in the country for the past 40 years, and the population files and data cannot be traced now. Moreover, these girls are orphans, it's very difficult..." Fei Du casually said while flipping through the photos. Suddenly, he didn't know what he saw, and he sat up straight. , pick out a photo from the middle.

On the back of the photo was written "Su Hui, Heng'an Orphanage, fifteen years old".

The date is thirty-eight years ago.

Fei Du hurriedly turned the photo over, looked at the girl's face carefully, and vaguely saw a familiar shadow from the outline of his facial features. He immediately took out his mobile phone and took the photo.

Luo Wenzhou was parked on the side of the road not far from the small restaurant where they met. He had just lit a cigarette when he received the photo sent by Fei Du. He was stunned when he saw the content, and immediately forwarded it to his colleague, the Criminal Investigation Team. His colleague was also extremely efficient, and after ten minutes, he gave him a reply.

"Captain Luo, where did you find this photo? Yes, this should be that Su Hui, the grandmother of Su Luozhan, the suspect in the girl abduction case. The three generations of the Su family have made this business from her. Su Hui's file shows that she is indeed an orphan, but when she was a child, the orphanage had long since fallen apart. After so many years, almost everyone died. I'm afraid it's not easy to find out which orphanage it is. She does have experience in going abroad. , but came back a year later. The facial features match, but there is a slight error in the age. The age registered on her ID card is two years older than the one marked on the photo, so the possibility of falsely reporting her age cannot be ruled out."

In the restaurant, Fei Du held down Su Hui's photo and asked Zhou Huaijin, "Can you tell me about this girl?"

"Yes, this girl is very important," Zhou Huaijin pointed to the date behind the photo, "this is the last girl, you see, the date is in April, and Zhou Yahou died in June of that year. The old woman recalled that this girl later I lived in the villa for a while and followed Zheng Kaifeng."

Fei Du raised his eyebrows: "Literally?"

"Literally." Zhou Huaijin said in a deep voice, "My mother found out later, she felt very disgusting, and ordered Zheng Kaifeng to send the girl back to China. The old woman who worked in the villa also returned to the main house."

Fei Du wanted to sigh inexplicably—later, this lonely victim grew up and finally got his wish and swam to the upper reaches of this evil "industrial chain" and became the perpetrator.

She is like a human girl who was first embraced by vampires in Western legends, who forgot the murderer and became the murderer.

"The last time we said goodbye, you told me that the tragedy of our family lies in the question of who my father is. About this, the old woman said that I may be the orphan of Zhou Yahou. It was spread among the servants after he was sent away. This may sound like a conspiracy theory, but according to what I know about Zheng Kaifeng, this person is greedy, greedy, and has a small stomach, and he can come up with everything."

"What do you mean, because Madam Zhou sent Su Hui away, Zheng Kaifeng held a grudge, so he maliciously slandered you, saying that you are not Zhou Junmao's biological child." Fei Du asked, "Is there any basis for this?"

"Yes, you know that foreign related fields started relatively early. If Zhou Junmao had doubts about my bloodline, why didn't he do a paternity test later? Just guessing and believing it is too much of a joke."

Fei Du said slowly, "It really doesn't make sense."

Zhou Huaijin said in a low voice, "Zhou Junmao made a will abroad before his death, and in the appendix about the ownership of the assets in his name, there is a paternity test, explaining why I am not his heir. The appraisal report from years ago is the exact opposite of your police's conclusion."

Fei Du: "What do you mean, more than 20 years ago, when you were a teenager, Zhou Junmao asked someone to do a paternity test, but it turned out to be manipulated?"

"It sounds familiar, right? It's exactly the same way I used to fix Yang Bo," Zhou Huaijin smiled bitterly. "It's ironic. I took a lot of trouble to find the person who appraised the company back then. This appraisal was done by Zhou Junmao and Zheng Kaifeng."

This is not a glorious thing. The tabloids want to report the scandals of the rich and powerful all day long. Of course, Zhou Junmao will not go to the test with great fanfare. If he wants to do this appraisal, he must do it in private with his cronies.

This cronie is Zheng Kaifeng, who has killed people with him. But obviously, he and Zheng Kaifeng had a little wishful thinking about their relationship.

"I told you last time that I was very scared for a while. I felt that Zhou Junmao was going to kill me, and I had to bring Huai Xin into my room every day before I dared to sleep. I always thought it was because my mother was dying. Zhou Junmao endured enough - until I saw the date of the appraisal certificate, which was then."

That should have been 21 years ago, Zhou Huaixin was still young, Zhou Huaijin was in a state of panic, and at the same time, it was also the time for Zhou's high-profile return to China.

In order to pave the way for himself, Zheng Kaifeng created a car accident and killed his competitor...

Fei Du tapped the rim of the teacup with his fingers.

Zhou Junmao rarely returns to China, and Zheng Kaifeng is mainly in charge of domestic affairs. As soon as Zheng Kaifeng returns to China, he catches up with "those people"... Since then, Zheng Kaifeng, who pretends to be docile in Zhongshan, has already started planning to Will Zhou be included in the bag in the future?

Fei Du had actually thought about it, how on earth did a financial master like the Zhou family with roots abroad get on the boat of those people?

In this way, it turns out that there is a connection between Su Hui.

Su Hui used her daughter Su Xiaolan to abduct the girl, and then murdered and abandoned the corpse after buying and selling. Who helped their orphans and widows deal with the corpses?

Did she cooperate with those people before the construction of the corpse dumping ground at the seaside?

After many years, Zheng Kaifeng returned to China and found Su Hui, who was already old. Did she turn into her "client" and thus know the person who handled the corpse?

The hidden thread connects the fragmented events through a long period of time, and has a vague context.

But there was still a missing link in the middle, and Fei Du vaguely felt that it would be a very crucial link.

"Where's Yang Bo?" He suddenly asked, "Have you found out the relationship between Zheng Kaifeng and Yang Bo?"

"I checked, Yang Bo's father died thirteen years ago and was the perpetrator of a car accident..."

Before Zhou Huaijin could finish speaking, Fei Du's phone suddenly vibrated uneasily.

Fei Du picked it up immediately: "Hello?"

"The hospital," Luo Wenzhou said quickly, "there's something wrong with Yin Ping!"