Chapter 164 Edmund Dantes (thirty-five)

"Impossible." Fei Du quickly restrained his uncontrollable expression in front of the investigator.

The investigator watched him with good eyes.

"Impossible," Fei Du repeated again, "Mr. Pan's wife has done psychological counseling for me for many years. Both of them are very decent people."

The investigator's heart moved, and he intentionally wanted him to say more: "Maybe you know the person and the face but not the heart."

"If he had had something to do with someone who betrayed his colleagues back then, he would not have quit his job to teach at the school. With Teacher Pan's qualifications, he stayed in the city bureau, and now his position will not be low, and any information can be obtained as soon as possible. What can I access in the school? Any materials, after we submit an application for review, must go through all the formalities to get it, at least five people need to sign and approve, and the highest is to the Land Bureau, which is too troublesome. "

"But this is what Pan Yunteng has personally admitted, so there is no need to question it," the investigator tried again. "Maybe he contacted the suspect after he left the city bureau, or maybe he was deceived."

Fei Du frowned: "You mean, the real culprit framed what he did to others, tricked Teacher Pan into believing him, and then used Teacher Pan to achieve his own goals?"

The investigator did not answer Fei Du's question directly, but simply said, "These are all possible."

Overall, the current evidence still points to Fan Siyuan. After all, it is an indisputable fact that he murdered and absconded, and Fei Du and Pan Yunteng also confirmed the fact that Fan Siyuan was not dead. But for the investigation team, the disappearance of Su Cheng and Fei Chengyu made these matters more and more confusing.

"Mr. Pan has been a criminal police officer. Criminal police officers are most concerned with evidence, and they will be critical of strict logic," Fei Du said. "He won't be so easily deceived."

The investigator originally expected to hear some valuable information from Fei Du's mouth, but in the end, he found that his basis was all his own speculation, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, so he gave him a perfunctory smile: "You may not know that much. He-President Fei, pick up your car."

"I still understand that he is critical. To tell you the truth, as soon as I turned on the computer, many senior brothers asked me about Teacher Pan's situation. Some of them were tortured by him for several semesters because of a paper. It's finally getting results, and this happened again." Fei Du smiled at him, "I'm sorry for wasting your time."

As he spoke, he took a few steps backwards very politely, then turned and walked towards Luo Wenzhou.

The investigator watched him get into the car, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. He thought, "Did Fei Du just go through with others about Pan Yunteng? What did they say?"

Maybe when go back, should call up the monitoring of Fei Du's mobile phone for most of the day and sort it out.

When Luo Wenzhou saw Fei Du and the investigator talking at the door, he didn't go there. He waited in front of the car door with a calm expression on his face. It was probably because he had not been able to rest well for several days, he would suddenly be a little dazed, as if his vision was constantly narrowing, It narrowed, and in the end, only one person was tall and one person was wide. It was almost impossible to put on a Fei Du who fit tightly around him, shrinking inch by inch.

However, in broad daylight, the investigator's gaze was like a searchlight. Of course, Luo Wenzhou didn't come alone—Lu Jia gave him the contact information of Fei Du's gang before he left. In the parking lot, even the “hawkers” who hurried past on electric tricycles were all his own—Luo Wenzhou really couldn’t do anything inappropriate in front of everyone’s eyes, so he just restrained the car door and gently supported Fei. Du's shoulder and hand fell on the man, his heart that had been hanging for days "popped" and fell back to his chest, Luo Wenzhou let out a breathless breath.

Fei Du's eyes met his bloodshot eyes and whispered, "I'll drive."

Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word, nodded without saying a word, and when he didn't see Fei Du himself, he was like a high-speed machine, nicotine and anxiety were his stimulants, allowing him to process countless information at the same time, and be able to sleep without sleep. , rushing everywhere day and night.

But at this moment, the suppressed grief and anger and boundless exhaustion suddenly surged up, drowning him in one go, Luo Wenzhou's mind was blank as Fei Du shoved him into the co-pilot, and said in a low voice, "I found one of them yesterday. At the base, we caught Zhu Feng and Yang Xin, as well as the driver who had contact with you. Those people were arrested, Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu..."

He said this, repeating it several times as if he had forgotten the words.

Fei Du paused and covered his eyes with his hands: "It's hard work."

Luo Wenzhou closed his eyes following his movements, Fei Du glanced around, then quickly leaned over to peck at the corner of his mouth: "You rest for a while, I'll call you if I have something."

Luo Wenzhou leaned on the back of the chair without saying a word, and the hand covering his eyes immediately left. Immediately, he felt very restless in his heart. He stretched out his arms reluctantly and put them on Fei Du.

He didn't know when he was confused, and then he was called again by the ringing of his own phone.

The moment Luo Wenzhou woke up, he felt as if he had stepped on the air from a height. He jolted, and almost panicked, he reached out and grabbed a handful. Fei Du lightly pinched his wrist bone and rubbed his finger a few times.

Luo Wenzhou tilted his head to see him, and the three souls and seven souls that almost flew above his head responded to gravity and returned to their positions. He pressed his sun and pressed the phone on the speakerphone: "Well, I'm here."

"We tried Zhu Feng just now," Lang Qiao said, "Zhu Feng admitted that she pretended to be a school worker, followed Wang Xiao and played the tape to mislead her. She said that this was for the sake of retribution for evil, and the 'teacher' Part of the plan. Zhu Feng has a very bad attitude, is very cautious, and doesn't trust us at all—in addition, she just revealed a piece of information, and I think I need to let you know immediately."

Luo Wenzhou: "What?"

"Zhu Feng's husband was killed on the way out, and the murderer was arrested afterwards, but during the interrogation, it was found that the murderer was incapacitated. In the end, the murder ended in a mental hospital. Zhu Feng insisted that this There is a shady scene, and the prisoner has been dropped."

Luo Wenzhou: "What does it mean that the prisoner was dropped from the bag?"

"Zhu Feng has always been unable to accept the verdict that the murderer does not have to pay for his life. She once tried to sneak into the Anding Hospital to assassinate the murderer, and the management of the Anding Hospital was leaking. In fact, she had already sneaked in at that time. The man in the hospital was not the one who killed her husband at all. Zhu Feng thought that the murderer had bought the entire public security law in one go, and the proof of mental illness was false, and then found someone who looked alike to cover him in the hospital. He gets away with impunity. So the police and the court are the same raccoon dog, and there is no good thing."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned by the spirit of this conspiracy theory: "Bought the entire public security system in one go?"

"Don't look at me," Fei Du said, "I can't afford it either."

"No...Wait," Luo Wenzhou thought for a while, "Zhu Feng said that we found someone who was 'a lot like' back then as a stand-in... What kind of festival is this? Twins? Plastic surgery? Besides, since they look alike, how would she know? Has the prisoner been dropped? Small changes in physical characteristics are likely caused by hospitalization and medication, and in a different environment, some people will be greatly changed."

"Boss, wait a minute." After Lang Qiao finished speaking, after a while, he sent a recording to Luo Wenzhou.

Fei Du had already parked the car in the parking space downstairs of Luo Wenzhou's house, and extended his hand out of the window to make a gesture. He had just followed the cars that escorted them all the way to their respective places, and was on standby nearby. Luo Wenzhou opened the audio clip. , which is a low-pitched female voice.

"My husband's name is Yu Bin, 'Wenwu' Bin, he is an art teacher... He is very honest and has a good temper. All the students he has taught say he is good. He only teaches classes, and does not sit in classes, so he has a lot of time. So it was him who bought food and cooked food at home. We went out together that morning. He wanted to buy food, so I dropped by at work. I just separated, I remembered that he had class at night, and I didn't have the key, so I went back to find him, all the way. I heard someone shouting something, I leaned in, the crowd suddenly rioted, adults screamed, children cried... Then a man covered in blood charged at me with a knife! I was stunned at the time, but I remember that the man was very Tall, quite big, with black mud all over his face, his hair is disheveled, his hair is like mop strips, tied in dreadlocks, just like those bastards under the overpass... I don't know that the blood on his body is ours Jia Dabin's, otherwise I...I..."

"I was completely out of my mind when I heard someone shouting 'Run, crazy people are killing people', and I didn't have time to react. I saw him rushing towards me, and I was so frightened that I pushed the bicycle in my hand towards him. The car just hit him, and the handlebar Lifting the man's sleeve up, I saw a long, centipede-like scar on his arm."

In the recording, a policeman asked: "This information is not on the old file, you haven't told the police?"

"Because no one asked me, the murder was committed in public, and everyone saw it. At that time, someone called the security guard nearby, and the police, the security guard, and a few brave and enthusiastic passers-by helped to chase, and that person quickly disappeared. He caught it, the knife was in his hand, and the blood splattered on him. There was nothing to investigate in this case. But I didn't expect that a case like this could be manipulated. The man in the mental hospital did nothing. I know, I don't understand people's words. At first glance, it looks like the murderer of my man, but he doesn't have that scar on his arm!"