Silent Reading Chapter 141: Edmund Dantes (12)

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It is a very particular Japanese restaurant. You have to take off your shoes when you enter. There is no lobby. Inside, there are tiny small rooms. Fei Du walked in alone when he was invited. When he pushed the door, he could hardly recognize Zhou Huaijin.

This Zhou's genuine heir wore a simple stone-colored coat, and his hair was not waxed with the wax he had used in the past. The huge suitcase was standing on the side against the wall, looking dusty. His complexion is pretty good, but the whole person is thin, somewhat out of shape, and his neatly trimmed short hair is pale on the temples, and looks a bit more old-fashioned.

If Zhou Huaijin was like a wealthy boy before, at this time, with his white hair and a change of dress, he almost became a vicissitudes of life, a middle-aged man, showing a youthful and beautiful rich skin, really as thin as a cicada. wing.

"I’m Shao Baitou. I’m grayed out in my twenties. I used to be dyed before. I don’t have any mood to toss recently. Mr. Fei laughed." Zhou Huaijin smiled at Fei Du. "Please sit down. This restaurant is Many years ago, I drove it together with a friend in private, and even my family didn’t know about it. It’s safe to talk."

Fei Du's gaze swept across an oil painting on the wall. The painting was of sunset afterglow. The subject matter was somewhat commonplace. The paintings were quite well-formed. They didn't seem to have any brilliance, but the colors were full and warm. What artistic value is in line with the public's aesthetics.

Fei Du politely praised casually: "Very tasteful."

"It was painted by Huaixin. I told him to draw me some landscape paintings that can be hung in the living room and bedroom. He said he was not from the decoration team... But in the end he still pinched his nose to paint for me. A few pictures...Unfortunately he has never been here." Zhou Huaijin looked at his gaze, his eyes darkened, "Drink tea? Or some sake?"

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

Zhou Huaijin wiped her 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. I planned well and wanted to be in a deep alley. There is a small restaurant that only accepts a few tables of customers a day. There are not many customers in the shop. The shop should be quiet and quiet. But ah, it’s so beautiful. How can life be so easy? This shop has been opened since the opening of the shop. I have never made a profit, and I have to post hundreds of thousands of dollars every year to barely support it."

Fei Du smiled and didn't speak up. Even if Zhou Huaijin is a "little poor" who doesn't care for his uncle, he is also a "little poor" who wears gold and silver. The mushrooms in the corner of Zhou's villa are better than others' umbrellas. Big.

"For so many years, I hate the Zhou family, and I can't give up fame and fortune. The two ends of the mouse are not things-Mr. Fei, a huge family business. If it is you, would you be willing?"

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

Zhou Huaijin met his gaze and silently stared at Fei Du for a moment. He nodded and said lonely, "I regard wealth as a cloud. If I can let it go like you, Huaxin won’t be gone. I took the liberty to ask you to come over because I found something after I went back. Although the Zhou family's reputation is discredited in China, it can still support it overseas, but if I say these things today, I am afraid I will have to start from scratch in the future."

Fei Du: "I listen with great respect."

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

Fei Du nodded—Zhou Huaijin’s mother, the wife who murdered her husband, was still a scum after changing her husband. Hearing Zhou Huaijin’s description, the shelf life of her second marriage has not yet been opened. Drink soy milk long.

It's just that the relationship between husband and wife can be scattered casually, but the alliance that seeks money and kills dares not be so willful. Therefore, apart from the common equity, there must be something in Madam Zhou's hand that can deter Zhou Junmao. But when she died, Zhou Huaijin opened the safe that she had locked for a lifetime, only to find that there was only one box of expired heart disease medicine in it.

"After I went back, I studied the box of medicine over and over for a long time. I really couldn't figure out what this thing could do. For a while, I felt that this might be evidence of Zhou Junmao's murder of Zhou Yahou. I even asked someone to identify whether there were blood stains and DNA on it. Something remains, but there is nothing on it."

"Even if there is, it cannot be used as evidence. The blood stains on the carton may have been wiped off 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 When Zhou Yahou's bones are cold, and then holding this thing as physical evidence, it would be too rigorous."

"Yes, I even suspect that my mother left such a thing purely to scare Zhou Junmao--until I accidentally saw the barcode on the pill box." Zhou Huaijin took out the phone, opened the picture, and put the mysterious Open the pill box and show Fei Du, "This is it."

"I don’t know if you did that kind of training when you were a kid, which is to recite things that children don’t understand, such as Tang poems, Song Ci, Pi, etc., to exercise mechanical memory. When I was a child, my mother asked me to recite barcode numbers. You know that the barcode of the product is generally ena code system, where the first three digits refer to the country of origin. Mr. Fei, you see, the origin of this box of medicine is in the United States, but the first three digits of the corresponding barcode are '480'. "

"480 is not a 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 when printed, so I guess it wasn't 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 of?"

Fei Du frowned: "Anything that can be encoded...How many digits is their domestic zip code?"

"You guessed it, the zip code in the Philippines is exactly four digits." Zhou Huaijin couldn't help but lowered his voice, "From now on, these numbers do not match the corresponding latitude and longitude in the Philippines, so I guess it probably refers to it. It’s the street and martial art in the postal zone, that is to say, this is not a product barcode, but an address."

"I followed this address to find it—it’s not easy. After all, it’s been decades. The streets have been demolished and changed. Three guides have been changed. It took a lot of work to find out. Where did the people who lived at this address moved to before I left. My mother’s assumption was that Zhou Junmao might be against me once she passed away. I should be able to get what she left me, but she didn’t expect Zhou Junmao to actually I didn’t act on me, and for so many years, I’ve been in the Zhou clan for so many years. I’ve had nothing to do with it. I’m full of evil spirits. I didn’t even look at her relics carefully." Zhou Huaijin sighed, "But this time I am. Fortunately, the old man is more than eighty years old, he is still alive, and he is not confused. He remembers what happened back then."

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

"She," Zhou Huaijin flipped through the phone album 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 was in my house. I helped with housekeeping, and then suddenly disappeared one day. I found her and realized that it was my mother who sent her away."

"What does she have?"

"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 that came afterwards. My mother secretly put away that The cassette tapes are kept by someone. The original is in the bag. You can listen to the audio first."

As he said, he called up the recorded audio from the phone.

In the recording, there was a chaotic noise at first. Listening to this sound, you can feel how fierce, vague and thrilling the people inside are. Here, a man’s voice said: "It's dead, don't worry."

Zhou Huaijin: "This is Zheng Kaifeng."

In the recording, Zheng Kaifeng from thirty-eight years ago sneered: "Mr. Zhou, you will shrink back when it is critical. The kid Zhou Yahou is dead. In the future, his family business and beauty, aren’t they all yours? What are you doing with such a solemn expression?"

The other male voice hesitated and said: "Think about the omission. In case of suspicion, it will be no good to call the police to investigate."

"What's missing? My sister-in-law went to the movies, and the babysitters at home are on vacation. As for the two of us-went fishing together this afternoon, have you forgotten? Clean up, let's go!" Zheng Kaifeng laughed frantically, " When I think that these are all mine, I just...ha! It's my life...Hey, Brother Zhou, it doesn't matter what else, you want to give me his little villa."

The sound of footsteps in the recording goes far.

Fei Du turned his head: "Small villa? Is there anything alluding to it?"

"Zhou Yahou has a secret private villa," Zhou Huaijin put down his cell phone, "I spent more than a week, and I had a hard time with her, and finally let her speak, telling the truth about my mother's unbearable derailment by Zhou Yahou."

Fei Du raised his eyebrows lightly: "I don't think this truth sounds pleasant."

"Zhou Yahou likes underage girls." Zhou Huaijin said with difficulty in a low voice, "especially...especially the 13 or 14-year-old oriental girls. Zhou Yahou has a villa which specializes in raising these... these..."

Fei Du asked: "Where is the girl from?"

Zhou Huaijin was silent for a while: "Zhou Yahou, a member of the welfare home, was also very'enthusiastic about charity' during his lifetime. In the East Asian generation, he funded several welfare homes, and there are also domestic welfare homes, so as to 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 from inside. There were a dozen old photos in the bag.

The old photos are spread flat on the simple and clean tabletop, the chic flower arrangement bowed their heads from the vase, and the whirling flower shadows and Fei Du’s eyes fell on the distorted old photos—these were four or five girls’ The half-length portraits are very beautiful, with a little bit of malnutrition, wearing old-style **** fashion that looks a bit kitsch with today's aesthetics, and wearing makeup, which is unspeakable weird.

"If you want to give it to the police, you can, anyway, the parties are dead--the back of the photo shows the girl's information. These are Chinese, Korean and Japanese, all in the box. That old woman's job back then was to help Zhou Yahou takes care of the girls in the villa. The girls are raised until they are about sixteen years old, and they are about the same size as adults. He will lose interest, abandon them, and send people to those underground population markets. Usually, usually they die soon. It's..."

Zhou Huaijin was a little bit unable to say anything. Don’t look away, cover your mouth with one hand, and then say, “I’m sorry...I used to think that Zhou Yahou was my biological father. In the most difficult time of Zhou’s family, I used to think of him as a spiritual idol...cough, a little disgusting."

"There has been no internet in China for the past 40 years, and population files and data cannot be traced back now, and these girls were originally orphans. It is difficult..." Fei Du said casually while flipping through the photos. Suddenly, he didn't know what he saw. Sit up straight, picking up a photo from the middle.

The back of the photo says "Su Hui, Hengan Welfare Institute, 15 years old".

The date is thirty-eight years ago.

Fei Du quickly turned the photo over, and took a closer look at the girl's face. A familiar shadow was vaguely seen from the outline of the facial features. He immediately took out the phone and took the photo.

Luo Wenzhou was not far from the small restaurant where they met. The car was parked on the side of the road. He just lit a cigarette and received the photo from Fei Du. After he saw the content, he was taken aback and forwarded it to his colleague. , The criminal investigation team’s colleagues were also extremely efficient and gave him a reply ten minutes later.

"Team Luo, where did you find this picture? Yes, this should be Su Hui, the grandmother of Su Luozhan, the suspect in the girl abduction case. Three generations of the Su family did this business from her. The beginning. Su Hui’s files show that she is indeed an orphan, but the orphanage when she was a child has long been scattered. After so many years, people are almost dead. I am afraid it is not easy to find out which welfare institution is. I have gone abroad, but I came back a year later. The facial features match, that is, there is a little error in the age. It is two years older than the age registered on her ID card than the one on the photo. It does not rule out the possibility of misreporting her age. Sex."

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

"Yes, this girl is very important," Zhou Huaijin clicked on the date on the back of the photo. "This is the last girl, you see, the date is April, and Zhou Yahou died in June of that year. The old woman recalled, The girl stayed in the villa for a while, following Zheng Kaifeng."

Fei Du's eyebrows close together: "Literally?"

"Literally." Zhou Huaijin said in a deep voice, "Later, my mother found out. She felt very sick and forced Zheng Kaifeng to send the girl back to the country. 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 to swim to the upper reaches of this criminal "industry chain" and became the perpetrator.

She is like a human girl who was first embraced by a vampire in Western legends. She forgot the murderer and became a 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. Regarding this, the old woman said that I may be Zhou Yahou’s orphan. After Su Hui was forcibly sent away, it spread among the helpers. This may sound like a conspiracy theory, but based on what I know about Zheng Kaifeng, this man can do everything, such as stigmatization, greed, and small belly."

"You mean, because Madam Zhou sent away Su Hui, Zheng Kaifeng had a bitter heart, so she maliciously slandered and said that you were not Zhou Junmao's biological person." Fei Du asked, "Is there any basis for this?"

"Yes, you know that related fields abroad started relatively early. If Zhou Junmao has doubts about my ancestry, why didn't he go for a paternity test? It is too trivial to believe it by guessing alone."

Fei Du said slowly: "It's really unreasonable."

Zhou Huaijin whispered: "Zhou Junmao made a will abroad before his death. In the appendix regarding the ownership of his assets, there is a paternity testimony explaining why I am not his heir. The appraisal certificate more than 20 years ago is the opposite of the conclusion of your police."

Fei Du: "You mean, more than 20 years ago, when you were a teenager, Zhou Junmao had done a paternity test, but it turned out to be tampered with?"

"Sound familiar? It's exactly the same as my method of correcting Yang Bo," Zhou Huaijin smiled bitterly. "It's really ironic. It took me a lot of setbacks to find the person from the appraisal company back then. This appraisal was done by Zhou Junmao and Zheng Kaifeng." /

This is not a glorious thing. The tabloids want to report a scandal of a wealthy family all day long. Of course, Zhou Junmao will not go to the test with fanfare. If he wants to do this appraisal, he must do it privately with a trusted person.

This confidant is Zheng Kaifeng, who murdered with him. But obviously, he and Zheng Kaifeng were a little bit wishful thinking about each other.

"I told you last time that I was very scared for a while. I felt that Zhou Junmao wanted my life. I had to put Huaixin into my room every day before I dared to sleep with my eyes closed. I always thought it was because my mother was fast. No way, Zhou Junmao endured enough—until I saw the date of that appraisal, that's the time."

It should have been 21 years ago, Zhou Huaixin was still young, Zhou Huaijin was in panic all day long, and at the same time, it happened to be the time for Zhou's high-profile return to China.

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

Fei Du's fingers tapped the rim of the teacup again and again.

Zhou Junmao rarely returns to China. Zheng Kaifeng is in charge of domestic affairs. Zheng Kaifeng has "those people" as soon as he returns to China... Isn't it since then that Zheng Kaifeng, a pretending docile Zhongshan wolf, has already started planning Are you planning to include Zhou in the future?

Fei Du actually thought about how a gold master like Zhou, who is based in foreign countries, got 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 girls and murdered and abandoned their bodies after the sale. Who helped them handle the bodies of their orphans and widows?

Did she cooperate with those people before the corpse dumping site was built in Binhai?

Years later, Zheng Kaifeng returned to China and found Su Hui, who was already very old. Did she turn into her "client" and get to know the person who handled the corpse?

The secret thread connects the fragmentary events through a long time, and has a vague context.

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

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

"Checked, Yang Bo's father died 13 years ago and was the perpetrator of a car accident..."

Before Zhou Huaijin finished speaking, Fei Du's cell phone suddenly jittered uncomfortably.

Fei Du immediately picked up: "Hello?"

"The hospital," Luo Wenzhou said quickly, "Something happened to Yin Ping!"