Chapter 152 Edmund Dantes (twenty-three)

The villa is self-heating, and the temperature is determined by himself. Fei Du will come back after winter, or he was the driver who was in the basement to check the hive when Lu Guosheng was arrested, so the heating was not turned on.

It's cold outside, and it's also cold inside. Outside is the cold wind whistling, unobstructed cold, and the room is silent and bone-chilling.

When he entered the door, the door creaked, and the furnishings in the room seemed to be disturbed specimens, with fine dust floating in the air. Fei Du wiped the dust on his fingers in the palm of his hand, still with a coldness. He glanced at the "dead" fake flowers on the entrance. The person who had been connected to him in the earphone reported: "Mr. Fei, we have already been eyeing the rental car just now, don't worry - your car is really good."

"You drive away when you're done." Fei Du said, and then ordered "Be careful" before hanging up.

Every time he comes here, his heart is not very happy, and he always feels that although the house is a dead thing, it can also condense its own special breath. The house was filled with the bright and sunny scent of sunlight, while Luo Wenzhou’s house had a special scent of top-quality red wine—although there was no such thing in the wine cabinet locked by Wannian, it was as easy as letting someone plunge in it. want to get drunk in it.

And here is the stink, like those European nobles who didn't bathe in the Middle Ages, and tons of spices couldn't hide its rancid smell.

Fei Du let out a breath of cold air silently, and quickly formed a white frost that could be seen in his eyes. He remembered the endless series of missed calls on the road before trying to get in, and he casually lowered his head.

After just one look, Fei Du fell silent, and the corner of Mr. Fei's mouth, who was so frightened by the stalking bad guy that he was about to draw a knife, twitched. His first reaction was to quickly stuff the phone back into his coat pocket, pretending that nothing happened. Unexpectedly, Luo Wenzhou on the other end seemed to have clairvoyance, and while his phone was still hot, he saw fèngcha and dialed it again.

Fei Du's hands trembled. In the cold living room of the villa, a little hot sweat broke out on his back. He took a deep breath before picking it up: "Hey..."

There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, and then Luo Wenzhou said in a deep voice, "The line was busy for at least twenty-five minutes just now."

Fei Du: "I..."

"Did you call the moon exploration satellite?"

Fei Du: "..."

Although Fei Du didn't say anything, Luo Wenzhou seemed to sense something happening on his side through some kind of miraculous intuition: "Where are you?"

Fei Du: "...the villa is over there."

"Why are you running over there by yourself?" Luo Wenzhou remembered something, his voice suddenly changed, "Wait for me there!"

Before Fei Du could answer, Luo Wenzhou hung up the phone in a fit of rage. Fei Du rubbed the tip of his cool nose, feeling that the rotten smell in the room had been shouted away by Luo Wenzhou, but the room had not been ventilated for a long time, and it was a little stuffy. He turned on the air conditioner and air purifier, and it was slightly warmer. After coming over, I went straight into the basement.

The dragon pattern on both sides of the stairs is slightly different from the terrifying totem in his dream, probably because the person has grown taller and the perspective has changed. If you look closely, those dragon faces have bulging eyes, their cheeks are exploding in auspiciousness, two carp-like beards are floating in different postures, and a pair of short horns are on their heads.

Fei Du and the naive Pan Long stared at each other for a moment, then walked to the basement and opened the door.

The password had been replaced with his own, and the display had undergone a great relocation. The electric shock chair and home theater covered by Luo Wenzhou's large flannel occupied half of the country, and it was not at all similar to the one Fei Chengyu had used.

Fei Du wandered aimlessly in the basement three times, but failed to evoke any memory, so he had to go back to the living room and sit down, pinching his eyebrows, vaguely feeling that this matter might require a hypnotist. solve.

It's a pity that hypnosis is not a panacea, because some people may not be able to enter a hypnotic state for life, and Fei Du doesn't think he can relax in front of others...unless the hypnotist is more handsome than Luo Wenzhou.

At this time, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, the high windows rattled, a dead tree at the door was blown to the side by the northwest wind, and the dead branches hanging with fallen leaves kept hitting the glass window of the corridor on the second floor. Up, it looked like a group of demons were dancing wildly. Fei Du was startled by the movement. He looked up and suddenly something flashed across his mind.

He stood up abruptly, picked up a decorative crystal ball from the table, took out a tie from nowhere, blindfolded himself, and walked to the basement stairs again.

When another gust of wind came over, Fei Du gently let go of his hand and let the crystal ball roll down the stairs. The dull sound of the rolling ball was mixed with the sound of tree branches slamming against the window lattice, and it slammed into the basement door with a "dang". Blindfolded, Fei Du took a few deep breaths and raised his hand to touch the cold wall in the stairwell.

He remembered... the day he sneaked into Fei Chengyu's basement for the first time, it was also the same weather, the small ball that rolled down should meet the whistling north wind, and there was a... what kind of smell in the air?

Yes, it's a cleaner.

That usually means that Fei Chengyu is at home for a while, so he is also full of fear for the simple action of going downstairs to pick up something. But Fei Chengyu went out for some unknown reason. He stood in the stairwell, hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but lift his foot and walk down.

When he took the first step, a strange feeling suddenly struck him like lightning. Fei Du was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to "look" upstairs in a certain direction, feeling as if someone was watching. He, and then, there seemed to be a hallucinatory door knock in his ear.

Fei Du tore off the tie in front of him, and found that the direction he was looking up was the bedroom on the second floor—the one his mother lived in when she was alive.

Fei Du slowly frowned, thinking to himself, "Did she ever look at me there?"

But the silent door would not answer him, and Fei Du suddenly discovered that, except for the parts he couldn't remember at all, his ambiguous memories seemed to be related to his mother. He continued to walk down, picked up the crystal ball that he had dropped, blindfolded again, and fumbled to push the half-open password door.

The icy crystal ball held his palm. Fei Du remembered that he had stood in front of this "forbidden place" for a while, but he couldn't hold back the "bluebeard's temptation" and walked in unexpectedly.

When this basement belonged to Fei Chengyu, the furnishings in it were fuller and more elegant, and the smell of detergent seemed to be wafting everywhere. There was a thick carpet in the middle of the basement, and there were sofas on both sides. There was a row of bookcases on the wall that Fei Du used to place the home theater screen. In the corner was a secret room-type safe built into the wall. Chengyu blocked it with a painting, which is said to be able to resist earthquakes of magnitude 8 or higher.

In front of the bookcase was a large mahogany desk. Following his memory, Fei Du walked to the "desk" that didn't exist, and stretched out his hands in the air it was on this desk that he saw the "picture album project" at the time. details.

Zhang Chunjiu, acting captain, younger brother of the major shareholder of "chūnlai Group"; Lu Youliang, Zhang's deputy, his fiancee is a teacher in the high school of No. 9 Middle School; Pan Yunteng, his parents live in a family home of a public institution; Yang Zhengfeng, his daughter is in elementary school, The class is...

After his vision was blocked by the tie, his mind seemed to be sharper. The information he had seen on this table back then was replayed in Fei Du's mind in detail, and a sudden movement in his heart—that's right, the picture album plan The list of participants is too complete. It contains everyone's identities and family information. It can only be provided by the inner ghost who was in the city bureau at the time... Then, according to common sense, the inner ghost himself seems to be It should be someone other than this information, otherwise, when he secretly communicated with Fei Chengyu, would it be necessary to add his own information to it?

However, this list covers almost all the front-line criminal police officers of the city bureau. If it is someone who is not on this list, the relationship is too far away. Can it be called an "inner ghost"?

It seems to be a bit unreasonable.

So……

Fei Du raised his head abruptly—as if there was only one possibility left, the "inner ghost" who killed Gu Zhao was among these people, but Fei Chengyu didn't know who he was!

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside. Fei Du, who was blindfolded, was still immersed in the list of the "picture album project". The memories overlapped—Fei Du gave a savage jolt, and he was halfway through it in surprise, when he suddenly heard the footsteps of Fei Chengyu coming back, approaching the basement as he was now.

As he walked, he was still on the phone, his tone was calm and cruel.

Thirteen years later, Fei Du's pulse and blood pressure reacted accurately to this. His whole body became cold, but his heart was enveloped by some strange and strange thoughts. His limbs seemed to be filled with ice, and his palms were soaked Fine sweat, breathing accelerated involuntarily.

There is only one door and one exit in the basement, and escaping at this time will undoubtedly cause Fei Chengyu to be blocked!

Fei Du remembered that it was too late for him to hide at that time. In a hurry, he quickly put the documents on the table that he had flipped over and put them back according to his memory, and then, relying on his shortness, he got into the big bookcase. in the closet below.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if he had reached the door. Fei Du, who was blindfolded by a tie, subconsciously took a few steps back in the direction of the bookcase in his memory, but there were no bookcases there, and he slammed into the family. On the small cabinet next to the theater screen, the cabinet fell to one side, and the medicine for vomiting and calming was scattered on the ground. At the same time, someone kicked open the password door that he had not closed.

For a split second, Fei Du seemed to have a string in his mind, and he was hooked and twitched heavily. A "chuck" echoed, and it exploded near his sun in an earth-shattering manner. A fragment of memory shot from his skull like a bullet. Passing through - the movement of the closet collapsing coincides with a certain sound in my memory.

Luo Wenzhou, who broke in, saw the medicine bottle rolled all over the floor under his feet at a glance, and he thought of Fei Du's bad criminal record, which scared him to the core.

Luo Wenzhou rushed over and hugged Fei Du: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Did you touch those medicines again? Fei Du? Fei Du, tell me something!"

Luo Wenzhou rushed in and interrupted his memories. Fei Du was still a little dazed for a while, his pale lips trembled slightly, and then the tie on his eyes was pulled off. Luo Wenzhou seemed to be afraid that he would lose his arm. The hoop hurts him a little.

Luo Wenzhou almost dragged him out of the basement, and pressed him on the sofa with the most sunlight. Fei Du raised his hand to cover the light, and the blood on his face seemed to be sucked by that strange basement. Luo Wenzhou pulled down his wrist, pinched his chin and turned to face him with a gloomy expression: "I said I didn't say it, so you don't run around?"

Fei Du stared at him for a moment, then suddenly pulled Luo Wenzhou's collar, pressed him on the sofa, lowered his head and kissed him.

Luo Wenzhou didn't know where his sudden good treatment came from. He was a little stunned. He quickly stretched out his arms and embraced Fei Du. Luo Wenzhou pinched the back of Fei Du's neck with one hand, stroked it gently, and at the same time tilted his head with difficulty: "Pa... I can't breathe, baby."

Fei Du's movements slowed down, and then he lightly kissed Luo Wenzhou's earlobe. Luo Wenzhou immediately took a breath, feeling that half of his waist was sore, he raised his hand and pulled Fei Du back, who was about to leave: "After nibbling, nibbling for nothing? "

Fei Du: "What do you want?"

Luo Wenzhou stared at him and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Take it," Fei Du waved his hand very generously. "With all the hearts and minds, buy one get one free, you don't need to give change."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He was speechless for a moment, and after carefully pondering this sentence, his ears were actually a little hot.

The mineral water in the villa had expired, so the two had to find a kettle and boil it by themselves. Fei Du dug out an old Pu'er tea cake from nowhere and tapped a few pieces with an awl to drink it.

"I just remembered, the first time I accidentally got into Fei Chengyu's basement, he happened to be back in the middle, and I got into the small cupboard under the bookcase, but he didn't actually come in at that time, because he seemed to have just walked At the door, upstairs my mother fell ill, frantically not knowing what was broken, Fei Chengyu scolded and hurried out." Fei Du washed the tea skillfully, and immediately used the first water, which was rich and strong. The tea soup quickly dissipated. He took the filter of the tea leaves and poured a cup for himself and Luo Wenzhou. "I took the opportunity to run away."

Luo Wenzhou: "Where's your mother?"

Fei Du was silent for a while, and twirled the hot teacup with his fingers: "I don't know, I hid in the room and didn't dare to look - didn't you go to pick up the Lu Bureau, how is it?"

When he mentioned this matter, Luo Wenzhou was unable to say anything. He raised his head and leaned back, and after a while, he said weakly on this day that subverted three views: "I don't know now, Tao Ran will send me a letter if there is something, no News is the best news."

"The reciter..." Fei Du shook the teacup thoughtfully, "So, the person who just came to me should be theirs."

Luo Wenzhou almost bounced off the sofa: "What?"

Fei Du pondered about his own business, but did not notice Luo Wenzhou's expression, and said absently, "I met a taxi driver when I was going out just now, and he should have been waiting for me there... er..."

Luo Wenzhou grabbed him by the collar and checked him from head to toe, and found that not even a single extra thread flew out. At the same time he was relieved, Luo Wenzhou burned from the soles of his feet to the top of his head: "I let you Be careful, you fucking ignore my words! Fei Du, let me tell you, if you...you..."

He was so incoherent that he forgot the words.

Fei Du blinked for a moment, his hands clasped Luo Wenzhou's blue veins bào hand, his palms folded together, his peach blossom eyes roguely bent: "Senior brother, I love you."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Every time come to this set, don't even bother to change the pattern!

Immediately, Fei Du turned slightly serious: "My people followed, but the driver told me that I had met his 'teacher'."

"I got a piece of news on my way to find you," Luo Wenzhou said. "Officer Zhang said that the second picture album project was not named by him. Now the investigation team's attention has shifted to Duke Yan, especially..."

"My bào-tempered mentor?" Fei Du asked.

"Do you remember what I told you about Chen Zhen's report letter?" Luo Wenzhou said, "If you can send it directly, there must be a channel for discourse. Teacher Pan used to be a criminal police officer, and later became an authority in the industry, with a wide network of contacts. He has this channel - and he has shown extraordinary interest in some of the topics that Fan Siyuan left behind, and even wrote it in internal textbooks..."

Luo Wenzhou paused for a moment, then shook his head: "If you say you've seen that person, could it be him?"

"No, it shouldn't," Fei Du thought for a while, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head, "Old Luo, I might need you to do me a favor."