Silent Reading Chapter 17: Yulian Sixteen
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The sharp and short cry for help pierced the quiet canteen through the earpiece, and even Fei Du, who was sitting opposite, heard it, and Luo Wenzhou dialed back again, but it was no longer possible.
Although there was only one sound, Luo Wenzhou still heard that it was Chen Zhen, the driver of the black car.
Chen Zhen reported Wang Hongliang because he had eavesdropped on Chen Yuan's phone calls, plus some speculations that sounded like he was trying to catch the wind, but he couldn't come up with true evidence.
I don't know if it was Chen Yuan who was afraid that he would leave nothing behind, or if Wang Hongliang killed all the clues in the name of "anti-drug". In short, what Luo Wenzhou got from Chen Zhen was an old photo album of his sister.
When they were parting, Luo Wenzhou could clearly feel the young man’s unwillingness, and specifically asked him: "If there is no evidence, you should not talk nonsense to others, let alone verify by yourself, remembering what to give at any time. I'm calling-even if you take the risk to find evidence, it may be useless, we may not think it is effective."
Luo Wenzhou thinks that this sentence has been explained thoroughly from emotion to reason, and it should be enough to make Chen Zhen stay honest, who knows that he had an accident in less than a day.
Luo Wenzhou immediately pushed the shrimp plate in front of Fei Du: "You eat first, and you clean up the plate after eating. I have something to do. Let's go ahead."
Fei Du didn’t say yes or no. He slowly poked open a carton of lemon black tea, took a sip, felt sour and bitter, it was really not for people to drink, so he threw it aside , Watching the back of Luo Wenzhou leaving in a hurry thoughtfully.
Luo Wenzhou has Chen Zhen's contact information, but Fang Cai's number is completely unfamiliar. He drove hurriedly to Huacheng District while calling the Lu Bureau.
"Uncle Lu, it's me. I am in a hurry. I have no time to apply for approval. Can you find a way to find someone to locate the two numbers for me."
The Land Bureau answered the call for no reason during the off-duty hours, and was not surprised: "What number, where are you?"
Luo Wenzhou quickly reported the unfamiliar call from Chen Zhenhe just now.
The Land Bureau took a hurried note and asked before he hung up: "What is your situation now, can you guarantee your safety?"
"My last name is An Quan." Luo Wenzhou smiled inconspicuously, then he slammed the steering wheel and turned from Nanping Avenue onto the bridge and headed straight to the Western District.
The night became sultry without warning, Xia Yi was compelling, and occasionally a bird whizzed through the sea of cars in a thrilling manner, almost walking close to the ground, suggesting that a heavy rain was about to hit.
Friday’s evening peak usually lasts longer. Fortunately, this is the last day of the odd and even number restrictions. The central business district warms up on weekends. The huge outdoor "sky curtain" spreads out the dazzling LED picture. Those night lights don’t follow. Relentlessly chasing people passing by, passing by Luo Wenzhou's car through the wide street, it was not until he completely turned into the complex streets of the West District.
The Bureau of Land Affairs was quick and reliable. Not long after, a technician answered Luo Wenzhou—Chen Zhen’s mobile phone was located near Guanjing West Street in the West District. The location of the strange phone should be the same He is very close, has registered his real name, and his number belongs to a woman named "Wu Xuechun".
"Wu Xuechun," Luo Wenzhou was a little surprised, "Is someone with a name and a surname?"
"Yes, that's the name," the technician gave him a positive reply, "Team Luo, I will send her ID card information to your mobile phone later."
The navigation indicated that he had reached the vicinity of "Guanjing West Street", Luo Wenzhou lowered the speed of the car-the reason why he dared to come over by himself in the middle of the night was because he was sure that Wang Hongliang did not dare to do anything to him.
Sluts like Wang Hongliang, who are accustomed to bullying the top and flattering the bottom, are defiant, and divide people into three or six or nine grades on their own. In him, some people are not worth mentioning ants, and they will be crushed if they are crushed to death. When he is dead, some people hate it, but he can only pinch his nose and swear.
Although Luo Wenzhou himself is nothing, but fortunately his dad hasn't retired yet.
If Chen Zhen is in danger while calling him for help, then the other party must have known his existence. The number has been registered and it is easy to track. Wang Hongliang should immediately understand that it is only a matter of time before Luo Wenzhou finds him.
According to common sense, Wang Hongliang will now take the initiative to contact him, test his attitude, and seek a private solution.
However, it hasn't been there until now.
Luo Wenzhou immediately realized that-no matter what happened that night, Wang Hongliang probably still didn't know, maybe it was his subordinates making their own decisions.
This is dangerous, but it is definitely an opportunity.
Luo Wenzhou's cell phone rang, Wu Xuechun's ID card information came over, and he parked the car at the entrance of Guanjing West Street.
Guanjing West Street is a "walking street" that integrates open-air barbecues, night markets, and "big health care"-this place can only be walked, because illegal stalls occupy the streets everywhere, except for "dogs riding rabbits". No other motor vehicles can get in at all.
The air is full of the smell of smoky barbecue. The shirtless man stir-fries the snails in the iron pan, and the special "service staff" with heavy makeup stands on the corner of the street, skewered, etc. The business is not delayed, the smell of the sewer is turning up one after another, and a few people not far away are blatantly fishing for waste oil.
Luo Wenzhou's gaze swept around, almost suffocated by the crowd. He pondered on the spot for a moment, and walked towards a black car assembly point.
The drivers of the black car "off work" early, and are gathering together to gamble together. A middle-aged man with good luck swears and smashes the poker on the car cover, laughing out the big yellow teeth that went in and out. : "Fuck, how about it, persevere, pay for it!"
As he said, he stretched out his hand and asked his partner for a cigarette. Before he could equate to a confession, he suddenly stretched out a hand behind him, handed him a cigarette, and lighted it back.
Several black car drivers turned their heads together and saw a man with wide shoulders and long legs, who was very seductive.
It is Luo Wenzhou.
"My buddy, let me inquire about something." Luo Wenzhou politely smoked a circle of cigarettes, and said with a smile, "Yesterday I limited the number and took a brother's car. I didn't pay attention to the contract I just signed. Lost in the car. The contract is just a few pieces of paper. It is not worth a penny to others, but I have to commit suicide and apologize if I can't get it back. "
Luo Wenzhou did what he said and was absolutely unambiguous. At this point, he did not rush to ask questions, but first opened his wallet, and one person handed a red banknote: "Excuse me, help me spread the news, I'm sure Not bad."
He is a good at scammers-he provided details of the model and appearance of the black car, but the license plate number was deliberately ambiguous. He only said the first two letters and the last number, passing by, and then described in gestures. The image of the driver.
Black car drivers have their own organization and division of sites. This information is enough for them to talk about it and come to a conclusion: "Is it Chen Zhen that kid?"
Luo Wenzhou shut his mouth at the right time, his eyes were level, hesitantly floating among the few people, floating out of a daze that can be fake and real.
Under the bounty, the black drivers quickly broke up the card game, moisturizing things silently sneaked into the narrow alley extending in all directions, Luo Wenzhou lighted a cigarette for himself, and before he finished smoking, he had already got the news he wanted-- ―Someone claimed to have seen Chen Zhen's car parked on the side of the road and gave him the exact location and Chen Zhen's phone number.
The phone number must be unreachable. Luo Wenzhou quickly settled the cash and asked the man to take him to the parking place where Chen Zhen parked. It was an open-air parking lot outside Guanjing West Street, and planned a parking space. No one is watching. Chen Zhen's second-hand old car was parked alone on the side of the road, with people coming and going around, but the owner of the car was nowhere to be seen.
There is the only surveillance camera in the parking lot. I don't know which bear kid smashed half of it. Obviously, the bones are cold.
The person who provided the clue probably felt that he was making money too easy and was a little bit sad, so he volunteered to go around and inquire about the whereabouts of the car owner Chen Zhen.
Luo Wenzhou drove around Chen Zhen’s car alone and found a cigarette **** on the ground outside the driver’s door. The people standing here left a distraught footprint when they stepped on the soot. .
Luo Wenzhou stood still at the footprints, leaning against the car door, and looking around.
Chen Zhen ignored his warnings and acted privately, mostly in a state of enthusiasm. Then he stood here alone, smoking several cigarettes, what is he doing? Suddenly undecided about what you did?
Or... who are you waiting for?
At this moment, the person who just collected the money rushed back all the way and whispered to Luo Wenzhou, "I think you might as well post a note on his car and let him see you and contact you just now. The clothes seller said that she had an impression of Chen Zhen, and the kid stood here strangely for a long time, and then went to the'Hongfu Grand View'."
Luo Wenzhou: "Hongfu Grand View?"
"That's it!" The reporter raised his hand and pointed to it. Right across from the parking lot of Chen Zhen, there is a brightly lit entertainment center. The big sign of "Billiards, Chess, Massage, KTV" hung at the door. Parked a row of cars.
Luo Wenzhou quietly sent the message "Hongfu Building, East Exit of Guanjing Street, Huashi West District, request support" to the Land Bureau. He sent the messenger in a few words and circled the Hongfu Building. Grabbing a handful of hair, walked in swaggeringly.
The lobby is covered with heavy marbles. A few of the bulbs under the large European-style chandelier are broken, and the lights look a little dim. Several idle young people are suspected of hooligans. They patrol the lobby and smoke. When someone comes, they secretly let go Look up.
Luo Wenzhou didn’t see it all, and went straight to the front desk, reaching out and knocking on the table: "Book a private room, and friends will come over soon."
Immediately, he picked up the wine list next to him again, and quickly scanned the list of wines that were 50% more expensive than the ones on the market, ordering a lot of them as if not aware of it.
Unexpectedly, the front desk dropped such a big, stupid, and rich customer from the sky, and he was busy registering his order: "Sir, can you please speak more slowly..."
Luo Wenzhou suddenly stopped.
When the front desk looked up suspiciously, the "guest" looked at her steadily, his eyes were ambiguous and not meaningful, and he lowered his voice and asked: "How much do you need to designate a "waiter" for the minimum consumption?"
After a meal at the front desk, she showed a "understanding" smile, and also lowered her voice, gently took out an album from under the table and pushed it over: "You can take a look at the photos first."
The “artistic portraits” in the album are very unartistic. They are all snake-like faces with heavy make-up, and there is a rush of **** pictures in the urban-rural fringe.
Luo Wenzhou flipped through the album twice from beginning to end, deliberately showing a little irritability: "This picture is too bad for mom to recognize. Are you anything normal?"
The front desk was about to reply, but saw Luo Wenzhou leaning forward slightly. It seemed that he couldn't play anymore. He was impatiently "seeing the poor picture" and asked, "Do you have one named Wu Xuechun?"