Chapter 167 Edmund Dantes (thirty-eight)

"Glasses! Ocean! Do you have a car now... run me to the airport, right away, right away!"

Lang Qiao hurriedly summoned Xiao Haiyang—it was not easy to find a student who had graduated for more than ten years. The dean wore reading glasses, and it took a long time to look through the student roster. The teacher who taught this student in the past is now retired and resigned. He can only ask around around the corner. After more than an hour of phone calls, it was almost midnight when he finally contacted the art student himself.

The art student is at the airport, ready to travel with his family, it is said to be a night flight.

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang rushed over and rushed into the McDonald's they had made an appointment with.

After midnight, the fast food restaurant was crowded with tired travelers. It was very quiet. Some people were resting on their pillows and closed their eyes. Most of the people who were still awake didn't talk to each other very much. They were playing with their mobile phones and computers. a still space. Xiao Haiyang was dragged all the way by Lang Qiao, panting like a sick dog, every step he stepped on the ground was as heavy as a pounding, disturbing several sleeping backpackers, and being watched angrily all the way, finally in the corner. Found Yu Bin's student.

The high school boy from more than ten years ago was already an adult. He stood over the years and had a moustache on his lips. Judging from the cost of clothing, he was in a good financial condition.

"Can I have a look at the documents?" The man was gentle and polite, but very cautious. First, he asked for the documents of Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang, and carefully checked the anti-counterfeiting signs in front of the light, and then returned the two work permits apologetically. ,"Excuse me."

"It's fine, civil rights." Lang Qiao took out the painting certificate and note from the school from her bag, "Are these two things yours?"

"I drew the award-winning painting," the man lowered his head and flipped through the pages with a little nostalgia, looking at the photocopied painting on the award certificate for a moment, he said with a wry smile, "This is an immature work in my student days, but at that time The inspiration is really abundant... Binhai is a very special place, the sea is so open, but for some reason, it makes people feel desolate and empty, especially when the wind blows into the reef fèng in the evening, it seems that there are people around crying all the time. It's dark and lonely."

The two materialists, Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao, knew the ins and outs of Binhai. After listening to his very literary description, they all shuddered.

"I was about to enter my third year of high school. It stands to reason that I should concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination. I went to Binhai to play with my classmates for two days. I didn't plan to compete in any competition. After finishing it, the effect was surprisingly good. Teacher Yu liked it very much. He strongly recommended me to sign up. At this point, after being silent for a while, he shook his head with a dim expression, "Actually, I have sometimes wondered over the years, is the Binhai... When I see this painting, I always feel that there is an ominous atmosphere in it.”

Lang Qiao took out his notebook: "Do you still remember, how many of you went there together? How long did you stay in Binhai?"

"Well... four or five people, me, the teacher, and a few children in the first year of high school, are all 'Mite'," the man said, "the time should be weekends, and school is very tight, except for weekends. time, I remember we were there for two nights...should go on Friday and return on Sunday."

"Do you live in Binhai?"

"No, there was no one there at the time, and there was no place to stay. We lived in a nearby farmhouse—even if it was nearby, in fact, it took almost half an hour to drive there. We rented a car there. , shoot the scene during the day, and go back to the farmhouse to rest at night.”

Lang Qiao hurriedly asked, "Did you encounter strange people or strange things when you were painting at Binhai?"

The man looked up at her, and when he opened his mouth, he answered indifferently: "Officer Lang, in fact, the reason why I promised to wait to see you here today is because someone asked me the same question before."

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang were taken aback at the same time.

"I'm sorry, it's because of this that I checked your documents carefully before," the man said, "After Mr. Yu's accident, more than a year ago, someone came to me when I was a freshman. Man, very tall , middle-aged man, claiming to be the policeman who handled Mr. Yu's case - I don't know how to describe it, I just feel a little scared of him, you may see that I am a bit sensitive, anyway I didn't dare to look at him at the time s eyes."

"What did he talk to you about?"

"He said at the time that he wanted to ask me a few things about Mr. Yu's murder. I was very surprised. Didn't all the murderers who killed Mr. Yu have been caught? What else would he ask? But the man said that some things didn't seem to be the case. It seems so simple on the surface, he suspects that Teacher Yu was killed for a hidden reason, and it has something to do with the Binhai we visited before."

Xiao Haiyang asked, "What's the name of this policeman?"

"My name is Gu Zhao."

Xiao Haiyang shivered with his elbows, knocked over a Coke glass on the table, and scattered ice cubes on the table. His expression was very indescribable: "What did you say?"

"Gu Zhao - 'Golden Sabre' Zhao, if I remember correctly, it should be called this name, what's wrong?"

Xiao Haiyang's fingers trembled unconsciously: "Can I... Could you please describe more carefully, what does he look like? Is he thirty-five or six years old, a little thin, about 1.75 meters..."

"It's hard to tell how old you are, but I think it should be a little older, and your height is more than 1.75 meters," the man recalled carefully for a moment, "My college entrance examination was 1.79 meters, that person was taller than me, And standing in front of me makes me feel very oppressed, with a square face and a very contoured appearance. What, do you know him? So is he a fake police officer?"

Following his description, Xiao Haiyang's expression changed a bit. First, he was dazed, and then a faint anger rose. This was not Gu Zhao. It was more than a year after Yu Bin was killed. According to the time, Gu Zhao had already been wronged and died. Dare to pretend to be his identity to go out and swindle!

For a moment, he felt as if the cleanest place in his heart had been sullied. If there was hair on his body, Xiao Haiyang might have exploded into a ball of hair. He clenched his fist and said coldly. : "No, he is fake, what did he ask?"

"Like you, he also asked me in detail who went to Binhai and his party at that time, how the itinerary was arranged, did anyone meet anyone on the way, and did anything special happen. I said I don't remember, that The man thought for a while, and then asked me, 'Did you Mr. Yu Bin ever go out alone at that time'?"

Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao looked at each other—by the way, if Yu Bin was killed, it really had something to do with him going to Binhai, then why were the students who were with him unharmed? Criminals do not have the bottom line of the principle of not killing minors, so it is likely that something happened when he acted alone.

"When he said that, I remembered it, and it did. The night before we were going to leave, because we had discussed it, we set off for the return journey early the next morning. After dinner, Teacher Yu specially asked everyone to pack their things. At this time, A girl suddenly said that she couldn't find the camera. We helped her to recall it carefully, and we thought that she might have landed in the place where the scene was taken. The camera is a valuable item in the hands of the students. When Teacher Yu heard this, she immediately went back to find it for her. Because it was too late at the time, he didn't take the students, he drove by himself, and someone rubbed the car on the road. I didn't know until the next day when I saw him go to pay for the rental car. The guy who calls himself Gu Zhao..."

Xiao Haiyang interrupted him abruptly: "Don't call him by that name."

The man and Lang Qiao were both stunned, Xiao Haiyang came back to his senses and lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, but he's not Gu Zhao, please don't call him by that name."

Although he tried his best to be polite, his words were still very blunt. Lang Qiao was about to try to smooth things out, but the man was very understanding and said clearly: "Oh, I see, so he pretended to be a highly respected person. the police? Then I'll say 'fake police'."

Xiao Haiyang didn't know what it was like when he heard the word "high and respectable".

"The fake policeman pressed me and said who the teacher had hit. I don't know either, I wasn't there, I just heard from the teacher that it was dark at the time, and he was a little distracted. When he was passing the hillside by the sea, he suddenly rushed out of the woods. A car, he didn't react at the time, and accidentally scratched the door. But the other party should be of high quality and didn't say anything. Instead, the teacher felt sorry for himself and insisted on chasing after him and gave the other party's contact information, so that someone could arrive. Send him the receipt for repairing and painting the car. As far as this matter is concerned, the accident was resolved peacefully, and Mr. Yu is not an unreasonable person."

Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao looked at each other.

Xiao Haiyang: "Do you remember the other party's license plate number?"

"Mr. Yu may remember it, but he won't tell me on purpose." The man spread his hands.

That's true, Xiao Haiyang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but Lang Qiao said, "How did you know that the person who asked you questions at that time was a fake police officer?"

"but……"

"When I was about to leave, I remembered one more thing, and I wanted to go back and tell him, but when I looked back, I found that the man's face was terrifyingly gloomy, completely different from the amiable and amiable face just now. At that time, the school was conducting anti-fraud promotions. I was suddenly a little worried, so I asked him for a work permit - but I didn't have any common sense at that time, so I couldn't see the authenticity of the certificate, so I secretly flipped through the anti-fraud tips issued by the ideological and political teacher on the phone, and the first one I saw was 'Police collection is usually done by two or more people together, so be careful when you encounter it alone'."

Lang Qiao: "What did you want to tell him?"

"It's a painting," said the man, "Mr. Yu is a very diligent person. He never leaves his sketchbook. He will draw anything he sees that touches him. When he went to Binhai, he just ran out of sketchbook, and there are a few paintings in the I got it on the paper...the sketch of a farmhouse or something. I asked for it when I was leaving, but I found that there was a sketch of a man and a woman. I haven't seen these two people, I guess it may be him The guy who went out and ran into that night."

Xiao Haiyang: "Do you still keep the paintings?"

"Mr. Yu's relics are of course still preserved."

When Luo Wenzhou received Xiao Haiyang's call, Xiao Glasses was a little incoherent.

"Let's go downstairs to his house and get evidence now!"

Luo Wenzhou sighed: "Have you two thanked others?"

Xiao Haiyang just remembered that Yu Bin's student originally planned to take the night flight to leave Yancheng, so he turned around and said to the man with luggage, "This... won't you miss your plane?"

"My plane has already taken off." The man shrugged, "My wife went with our parents first."

"That……"

"It's alright, I'll see if I can change the ticket. If you're nervous about air tickets, forget it, just go out to play. You won't die if you skip a trip, but if there is something else hidden in Mr. Yu's case, can you give it to me after you close the case? Give me a call and let me know?" The art student of that year said, "Mr. Yu is very kind to us and can do something for him, whether it is useful or not, I feel at ease, I think he should live a hundred years."

Luo Wenzhou turned to look at the surveillance in the interrogation room. A criminal policeman was interrogating Zhu Feng about the Yufen Middle School case.

"You pretended to be a janitor and used the tape to mislead Wang Xiao. Who ordered it? Do you know what you're doing?"

Zhu Feng didn't answer, just sneered.

"You said your goal was to find out where Lu Guosheng and his hiding place were, okay," the detective said, "but did you know that this incident resulted in the death of a boy? Not only did he die, but he also died without a whole body!"

Zhu Feng looked at him blankly, and the two nasolabial lines pulled the corners of her mouth very low.

"Since you are following Wang Xiao, don't you know what that child has experienced in the campus bào force? Not only did you stand by and take advantage of her?"

Zhu Feng straightened the corners of her mouth and said coldly, "Isn't she dead?"

"What did you say?"

"A dozen knives, Da Bin was stabbed more than ten knives... You're not like a man, aren't you all watching from the sidelines?" Zhu Feng's voice was hoarse, "She's not dead, what's wrong?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't know why, but the words stuck in his throat. He exhaled the foul breath and walked out of the monitoring room with a cigarette in his mouth.

At this time, there was a "click" next to it, and a cluster of small flames came out and handed it to him.

Luo Wenzhou tilted his head, and Fei Du found a lighter out of nowhere, and asked him, "Do you want it?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He choked for a moment, waved his hand silently, and put the cigarette back. At this moment, his phone vibrated. Xiao Haiyang sent him a picture. Luo Wenzhou opened it and found that it was a pencil sketch. The paper was already covered in paper. The picture was in a plastic clip, and it was well preserved. A man and a woman are drawn on it, and in the corner are the date and Yu Bin's signature.

The painting was very vivid, Luo Wenzhou sighed after reading it: "Su Hui, and..."

"Chūn came to the head of the group." Fei Du took a look.

More than ten years ago, when Zhang Chunling and Su Hui went to Binhai in the middle of the night, they were bumped into by art teacher Yu Bin who was going back to find things for the students.

What are they going to do?

Is there a girl's body in the trunk?

Has Su Hui been acting as Zheng Kaifeng and Zhang chūnling's liaison all the time? After Yu Bin caught him and Zhang chūnling together, to be on the safe side, Zheng Kaifeng's liaison was replaced by Yang Bo's mother, Zhuo Yingchūn?

Luo Wenzhou slammed his fist on the wall: "A painting... this is ridiculous, and we can't even prove whether this painting was painted by Yu Bin himself, or on what occasion. Even the courts and procuratorates do. My father opened it, and he can't issue an arrest warrant for me with this thing... Master Fei, what's so funny?"

"I may have something here that you can use." Fei Du said.