Silent Reading Chapter 59: Read aloud (2)

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When Luo Wenzhou came out of the interrogation room, he felt a little delirious. The high-intensity and long-term torture process was a torture for both parties, especially in the face of suspects like Xu Wenchao. The room for the other party to breathe, in fact, is also the room not to breathe for myself.

Those who are on the go are still looking for all kinds of evidence to support, and those who are interrogated and those who are being interrogated have to cheat and judge each other through the look of each other and the subtle information between the lines—

How much evidence did they have, and how much did Su Luozhan say?

Where did he contradict each other? Which sentence may be true?

Are they cheating me?

Which way can he cheat to make him admit it?

As soon as you slack off, Xu Wenchao will seize the opportunity to quibble and reverse his confession.

Luo Wenzhou basically stopped work above his neck and automatically navigated back to the office based on his muscle memory.

Qu Tong's parents heard the news and had already chased to Binhai despite persuasion, leaving Guo Heng alone.

Luo Wenzhou saw his back, thinking that Guo Heng was asleep, and subconsciously let go of his steps. He picked up a uniform jacket that I didn't know who had thrown it there, and was about to put it on him. Guo Heng was at this moment. But suddenly looked up.

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched from the bridge of the nose to the temples, like chapped scars on the thirsty ground, and in the white of his eyes, bloodshot like cobwebs entangled the eyeballs without any sleepiness.

The busy office area of ​​the Criminal Investigation Team was silent in the past, either it was still busy outside, or it was unable to sleep. The two men were relatively speechless, the air seemed to be stuck in a mass, stagnant, and even the powerful air conditioner could not blow.

For a long time, Guo Heng took the lead with difficulty and said: "You...your leader surnamed Lu told me."

Luo Wenzhou slowly pulled a chair away and sat down opposite him.

"I didn't say too specific," Guo Heng said. "He said that some of your details are still being verified-can you tell me the specifics now?"

Luo Wenzhou paused: "That summer twenty years ago, Guo Fei accidentally met a girl who claimed to have come to Lianhua Mountain with her teacher. She wore a floral dress and looked very beautiful, but she always seemed to be indistinguishable from each other. I asked her for directions several times. One day when the cram school was over, Guo Fei came across the girl again. The girl seemed to be anxious and claimed that her teacher had been hospitalized, and she could not find the way back to the hotel alone. Guo Fei is an enthusiastic child, and the teacher’s comments at the end of each year are “helpful”. She still remains in the archives of Lianhuashan Elementary School. She tried to explain to the other party several times, but the other party never understood, she thought, anyway It's just a short detour, and it shouldn't be a few minutes too late, so I decided to take the girl to her destination in person..."

Since the first time he mentioned the name "Guo Fei", Guo Heng trembles uncontrollably, turbid tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, intercepted by wrinkles, and toward the gray sideburns. Away.

Speaking of this, Luo Wenzhou paused for a moment, and stretched out his hand to press Guo Heng's shoulder. The bony shoulders and the undulating chest combined together, like a thin and old broken bellows.

Guo Heng took a hard breath from the surroundings: "You say, you continue."

"The girl—it was Su Xiaolan, tricked Guo Fei into a drink with something added, and left her in the hotel, waiting for the murderer Wu Guangchuan to be discharged from the hospital. Wu Guangchuan deliberately used'bad health' as ​​the reason to leave the university. The troops got a bus by themselves. After killing Guo Fei, Wu Guangchuan hid her in the trunk and left Lianhua Mountain. Su Xiaolan took Guo Fei’s pencil case.” Luo Wenzhou said-even though he knew that no matter what It is inferred from a series of facts such as Su Xiaolan’s diary and the consistency of criminal tactics that it was Su Xiaolan who killed Guo Fei back then. Luo Wenzhou gently twisted the facts with a seemingly objective tone, "Su Xiaolan and the murderer" The deformed relationship made her very jealous of the victim. On the way, she clashed with the murderer and ran off the car in anger, over the big **** you found, and saw the public phone near the garbage dump. She suddenly figured out a way to vent-she gave you that screaming phone call and made you hear the shaking of the pencil case."

"Why is she...why..."

"Because she is jealous that Fei Guo has parents like you, has a happy family, and has grown into a little girl ten thousand times better than her, with things she can't get even if she lives for another twenty years."

Guo Heng looked at Luo Wenzhou at the sound of this sentence, and was speechless for a while.

"Uncle Guo, you didn't kill the wrong person back then, you are just... too kind, you never suspected another person in that house," Luo Wenzhou said softly, "but because you killed in front of her Wu Guangchuan stunned Su Xiaolan. Su Xiaolan knew for the first time that these things she did would provoke retribution. Later, she has been living a deformed and painful life, and she has greatly reduced the frequency of crimes. Can you save it invisibly? Few potential victims—at least hundreds."

Guo Heng raised his hand to cover his eyes, and he couldn't cry.

Luo Wenzhou: "Uncle Guo..."

"Stop talking," Guo Heng waved at him indiscriminately, "Don't bother to comfort me, I thank you."

It was precisely because he rashly stabbed Wu Guangchuan to death, Su Xiaolan never dared to use the same method to torture the victim’s family, and even adjusted the modus operandi after that, so that the files of the little girl killed later were kept secret. He was silently mixed among the many missing children, and it was only twenty years late before he could see the light again.

Guo Heng used to be impulsive and irritable, but he was not stupid, and he could hear such obvious lies.

"Where is my Feifei now?"

"The principal culprit, Su Hui, was not involved in the case, so we inferred that Guo Fei should be along the national highway from Lianhua Mountain to the city at that time."

"Can...can I still find it? Are you still looking for it?"

"You can find it," Luo Wenzhou said, "People can't say nothing for no reason. They must still be hidden there. There is always a trace to follow. Even if you can't find it for a while, there will always be hope in the future, even if others forget it. Yes, I also remember, don’t worry."

Guo Heng really left the city bureau in another morning light. Luo Wenzhou kept watching his back until he couldn't see him. He doesn't know what will happen to Guo Heng in the future, but whether it is sixty, seventy or eighty, people have to live, life has to go on, and eyes have to look forward.

It may also be Luo Wenzhou's self-comfort. He felt that Guo Heng's back seemed a bit straighter than when he first came.

Luo Wenzhou shuffled back to the office, half-collapsed on the chair, let out a sigh, and then felt as if he had forgotten something. When he looked up, he saw a cup of cold coffee on the table.

By the way, he asked Fei Du to wait for him!

But obviously, Master Fei couldn't wait for him in the game, he should have left early.

While Luo Wenzhou was holding the cup of coffee staringly, he suddenly stretched out a hand next to it and took the cup away. Then, a dark woody cologne smell followed the man's cuffs. When he got into his nose, Luo Wenzhou breathed out subconsciously, his nose was a little dry.

Fei Du didn't know which golden hotel he came from again, changed his suit, and put the breakfast and coffee packaged from the hotel on his desk under Luo Wenzhou's confused gaze.

Luo Wenzhou subconsciously said: "You are full of food to support you, if you have a family to stay in a hotel every day, then your family opened the hotel?"

"The same can be said," Fei Du answered naturally, "I own 60%."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Bosses who deliberately show off their wealth in front of working-class people are bastards.

"Didn't you let me wait, do you have a few words to tell me?"

"Oh, yes." Luo Wenzhou opened the coffee and took a big sip, trying to find his lost brain through □□, "I want to tell you..."

What is he going to say?

Luo Wenzhou paused, and was surprised to find that there were short fragments in his memory. No matter how he turned it over, it was blank, and he couldn't remember a punctuation mark. He experienced the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease in advance.

Fei Du's white shirt began to become a little dazzling, almost dazzling a ghost.

"I tell you..."

Fei Du watched him talk nonsense as if talking in a sleep, and then he tilted the direction of the back of the chair and fell asleep like this. He quickly took the coffee that Luo Wenzhou was still holding with his eyes and hands, and gently rescued the cup that had almost fallen to the ground, and put Luo Wenzhou's hand in a comfortable shape.

The man frowned slightly and was very haggard. His eyelids were folded three times, and a layer of stubble appeared on his cleanly shaved chin. He was inexplicably more decadent and "uncle". Lost a circle. After spinning for four to eight hours, even the goddess was wilting. Of course, his complexion wouldn't look too good, but inexplicably, his usual slicker son-in-law breath dissipated, and something heavier and more solid came to the fore.

Fei Du leaned sideways on his desk, stretched out **** to pinch Luo Wenzhou’s chin, and gently broke it over for a moment, like a collector of antiques, watching and playing with a precious Ru kiln porcelain for a moment. Later, he stood up straight, sighed silently, admitting that he was moved by this face.

Lang Qiao just dragged in like a dead dog and rolled in from the outside. He thought that he could sleep to death while lying on the main road, but accidentally hit this scene head-on, and his head full of doze was scared like birds and animals. Feeling that the "Overbearing President" series of pornographic novels that she had read since childhood whistled past her eyes, the police flower turned into a zombie at the door dumbfounded.

The ill-intentioned "dominant president" didn't panic at all, turned his head and blinked at her, smiled particularly intriguingly, pointed to a large bag of food next to her, motioned her to pick it up, and picked up what Luo Wenzhou had just drunk. The cup of coffee took a sip and floated away.

Tao Ran was a bit unable to open his eyes by the rising morning light. The colleague who came to support him changed to rest. He casually shook off all the dirt and got into a car. At this time, the phone shook. Suddenly, Chang Ning sent a group photo over. Chenchen leaned against her arms, tightly tugging at the corner of her sister's clothes with her fingers, but still smiled hard at the camera.

"The doctor said that morning and morning were all minor injuries and could be discharged from the hospital. My sister-in-law said that I would like to thank you very much. Can I invite you and my colleagues home for dinner another day?"

Tao Ran didn't reply to the goddess message for the first time. He fell asleep with his mobile phone.

Fei Du took a taxi and returned to the company. Before work hours came, he signed the documents that had been promised to Assistant Miao, and then sat alone in the well-decorated office for a while.

This is Mr. Fei’s office back then. There is a living room at the entrance. There is a wine cabinet hidden in the wall. Next to it is a large ceiling-to-ceiling bookcase. The upper part is an isolated copy of various collections, sheepskin. Rolls, silks and even bamboo slips are readily available. The lower part displays the famous watches collected by the old owner of the office.

On the other side of the wall is an entire display cabinet covered in glass. It is hung with ancient weapons. In the center is a waist knife. It is said to be worn by ancient emperors. The handle is graceful and luxurious. Bright, under the cold light of the showcase, a few wanted to break out of the cabinet, eating meat and drinking blood.

In the middle of the sofa is a one-meter-high display stand, round, and the outer circle is a variety of coins that are no longer in circulation. Surrounding a small booth in the middle, there is an international display for three consecutive years. The champion work of the jewelry design competition-only three years, before the fourth year had time to put it on, the collector himself went to the coastal sanatorium to lie down.

Every guest who comes to his office for the first time will be shocked by this small museum-like living room. People stay here for a long time. Money, power, ambition, desire/hope are almost opened from every one. Drill the pores in and out.

The office and the meeting room are connected by an aisle that is only for one person to pass through. The aisle has a clever bend to prevent the light from entering the office. There are small ventilation windows on both sides of the office, and one side behind it. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows provide a clear view of most of Yancheng from here, and you can have a panoramic view of the slow line of cars and the tiny ant-like pedestrians.

Fei Du got up and took out a not too thick folder from a locked file cabinet. In the folder were several contracts, financial statements, and several major asset changes. It was a cooperation with a company called "Glory Fund" in the name of the group. When his father was in office, he had cooperated with this fund and made regular donations to one of his charity funds.

The agreed period has expired, the cooperation naturally ends, and the other party has no intention to renew the contract.

And a project plan for "Coastal Marine Resources Recreation and Holiday Resort-Building the Maldives in China" lies quietly at the bottom of the dozen documents. It is a project that the Guangyao Fund once looked at and invited them to inject capital. At that time, the board of directors that his father said in a word, rejected it on the grounds that "a large amount of capital was occupied and there was no mature profit model", and nothing went on thereafter.

"Binhai..." Fei Du made a heavy stroke on it with his pen cap.

Three principles of corpse throwing——

First, the place where the corpse is thrown is absolutely safe. No one outside the control will dig the ground, and no one will discover the secrets of the underground.

Second, it can perfectly mix the corpse into the corpse of a normal death, even if it is found, it will not call the police.

Third, the police cannot identify the deceased even if they report to the police.

The third article was applicable 20 years ago. With the development of various criminal investigation and forensic techniques, it has been basically impossible to realize it. So, Xu Wenchao's IQ will definitely follow the first two.

Why did he choose Binhai?

If it is thrown on the seashore, the risk of corpses being caught will be very high. A place farther away needs to be able to go to the sea, and it is not possible to go in every season. Certainly some corpses can only be buried on land.

The hometowns and experiences of the three generations of Xu Wenchao and the Su family show that they have no connection with Binhai City. What is the reason for Xu Wenchao to choose here? Is it just a freelance photographer who accidentally feels that the scenery is beautiful and off the beaten track?

One week later, this extremely complicated, extremely long, and extremely sensational big case was finally settled with the cooperation of the police in the two places. The luthier who kidnapped Qu Tong at the racing track was finally lured by all kinds of coercion. , Testified to one of the other four people in the photo. They have a strict membership system and must have an introducer. At the beginning, they were only allowed to ask the little girl Su Luozhan for a meal. It would cost a lot of money and maintain a long-term relationship. , Is allowed to become a "premium member".

The "members" identified each other, pulled out the carrots and brought back a bunch of them-including some "old members" who had already withdrawn from the transaction, not in the photos. Among them, there are many "successful people" who look like dogs. The police made a sensation when they came to the door.

Guo Fei’s body is very similar to the idea provided by Fei Du. In a rural cemetery on the way from Lianhuashan to the urban national highway, according to locals, when cremation was not implemented there earlier, it was specially used. There are many superstitious legends in the local people who came to bury the dead and premature corpses. Generally no one dared to approach them. Back then, a villager drank too much and stumbled into one of the graves. A ghost story for a while.

Unfortunately, out of taboo, no one has verified it.

News, evidence collection, public prosecution... all the follow-up work went round, and when it came to an end, Luo Wenzhou was surprised that it was already mid-September.

He returned to the life of commuting to and from get off work on the first day. Before he had time to go to work, he saw a trot stopped at the door, and a familiar **** was standing next to him, smiling at the traffic police post.