Silent Reading Chapter 62: Macbeth (3)

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"Car accident?" Luo Wenzhou asked in surprise, "What did I do in a car accident? Let the traffic police team next door handle it."

Lu Youliang said: "Have you heard of Zhou Junmao?"

"Which Zhou Junmao?" Luo Wenzhou was excited, feeling that the bright evening sun suddenly became turbulent, "You didn't mean Zhou Junmao, right?"

Fei Du, who was next to him, had a meal and raised his head silently.

Zhou Junmao is a well-known overseas Chinese. He is 73 years old. He was born in Dongdaogou area in the suburbs of Yancheng City. He lived overseas in his early years. He started with building materials and built up roads and blue strands. He started from scratch. Later he founded the Zhou Group, an aircraft carrier-class transnational ship. company. In recent years, as he has grown older, he may have given birth to the idea of ​​falling leaves back to his roots. Zhou's investment focus has begun to tilt inland.

Zhou Junmao is not an ordinary celebrity. He is low-key, simple in life, and very enthusiastic about public welfare, especially for the infrastructure construction of his hometown. He has half the credit for the prosperity of the whole Dongdaogou area. There is one over there. The road is called "Junmao Road" and it is the only street named after a living person in the entire Yancheng area.

Just half an hour ago, Zhou Junmao was driving back from the airport to his residence in Yancheng when he suddenly encountered a rear-end collision with a large truck. The rear of the car was squeezed in. The old man in the back seat died on the spot. , The driver and the bodyguard on the co-pilot were seriously injured and were rescued in the hospital.

This is a very tragic traffic accident. It is conceivable that once the news leaks, the shares of the Zhou Group will definitely fluctuate sharply.

At this moment, the youngest son of Zhou's family who happened to be in Yancheng arrived, insisting that his father was murdered, and insisted on asking the criminal police to deal with it.

"Director Zeng has already passed by with the forensic doctors. Let's take a look at the scene first, say hello to the traffic police team, and then go to Zhou's house." Luo Wenzhou took Lang Qiao who was on duty, and he was embarrassed to go to work on the first day. Xiao Haiyang, who left early, and a Tiantou Feidu rushed to the airport expressway, "Don’t worry, you won’t work overtime for another month, maybe what's going on, even if the car accident is really man-made, it is estimated that it will have to be sponsored by the investigation. , We can help at best."

Lang Qiao probed curiously: "President Fei, you know so many rich people, have you seen this Zhou Junmao?"

"I met once, but I don’t know how to speak," Fei Du seemed to be a standard good student. He sat in the car on the field trip and didn’t forget to pretend with a tutorial in his hand. "I told him The younger son is more familiar-the one who insists on calling the police."

Lang Qiao lowered his head and started to check on the Internet: "Zhou Junmao has two sons, the eldest son Zhou Huaijin...Wow, a young talent, Yishui's famous school experience, began to help the family manage assets very early, and stayed abroad all the year round. Zhou Huaixin, is a painter? Hey, Mr. Fei, are you talking about him? How do you two know each other, because you both like art?"

"Oh, no," Fei Du replied, "because we are all ruthless prodigal sons."

Lang Qiao: "..."

There was no traffic jam in the direction of the airport expressway out of the city. Before the day was completely dark, a group of people rushed to the scene of the crime.

Fei Du was about to get out of the car and was slapped in the door by Luo Wenzhou. He was stunned for a moment. Then he came back to his senses. With a slight movement of the corner of his mouth, he looked like a weasel whose heart was ironed by a chicken thigh. Luo Wenzhou took a look from his back, but he didn't show any joy, but waited calmly in the car.

Luo Wenzhou made a circle around the scene and found that the dead and wounded had been taken away, and the scene was basically cleaned up. As long as he didn’t look hard at the place surrounded by yellow lines, he could hardly find any obvious blood stains. With a beckon, Fei Du was released from the car.

Fei Du followed him and said softly in his ear: "Team Luo, I am flattered."

"Is this shocked?" Luo Wenzhou gave him a steady look, "Then your shocking spiritual world can be ups and downs--Lao Qiu, where do you look? This!"

The traffic policeman who handled the accident was named Qiu, and Luo Wenzhou was an acquaintance. The acquaintances of Team Luo were all over the world, covering three hundred and sixty lines.

Fei Du looked on with a cold eye, thinking that a person like Luo Wenzhou must have grown up in a very relaxed and enlightened environment. When he was young, he had enjoyed unreserved pampering and attention before he experienced wind, frost, rain and snow. , I have seen the sinister heart of the people, even after becoming shrewd and sensitive due to professional needs, he still has an open embrace to the whole world in his bones.

Sometimes I would stand on the street and look at the men, women and children passing by. Everyone feels like everyone is the same. You are wearing a shirt and trousers, and I am also wearing a shirt and trousers. Looking down, the retired elderly and blonde walking on the side of the road The blue-eyed foreigners stepped on the same brand of sneakers, almost giving people the illusion of "this is the same world".

People who live in the sun can't imagine that the little partner who knocks their teeth next to him suffers the torture that he can't break away and is accustomed to. People who are deeply depressed can't understand that those who pass by are really not forced to smile.

Just like this time, he and Luo Wenzhou are standing together. At first glance, it seems that they are from the same country.

The bladder often hides the truth tightly.

"If you want to say whether there is any internal information in this matter, then you have to check it. Anyway, if you let me see, I think it was a traffic accident that was solely responsible for the rear car." Traffic policeman Lao Qiu asked them to look at the surveillance. "This Bentley is Zhou Junmao's car. It came out of the airport and drove normally. The driver drove well. It was no problem. The cargo that caused the accident came in from the'Beiyuan Bridge', and we started numbering from the monitor at the intersection of the Beiyuan Bridge. , Number one."

Lao Qiu arranged the densely packed cameras on the highway according to their numbers, and put them one by one: "At that time, there were not many cars in this direction of the airport highway. Since the fourth surveillance, the bulky goods were driven in the same lane as Bentley. There used to be several other cars in the middle of the car, and they passed by overtaking one after another. When they went to the 16th monitor, there was nothing left between this large cargo and the car in front, but the distance between the cars was quite safe. Then you see ——"

When the large truck passed through surveillance No. 18, the distance to the vehicle in front suddenly decreased. Upon closer inspection, it was found that it was accelerating very evenly, as if the driver had forgotten to take it off when he stepped on the accelerator. .

When monitoring on the 20th, the speed camera showed that the speed of the big truck was close to 140 kilometers per hour, which obviously exceeded the speed limit. After that, the truck driver was blind and chased at this speed. After reaching the rear of the vehicle in front, the No. 21 surveillance camera fully captured the entire process of the rear-end collision. The collision was terrible at the time. Even with the mental preparations, people’s chest shook.

Luo Wenzhou: "Where is the driver who caused the accident?"

"He died, he was out of breath before he was sent to the hospital," Lao Qiu said. "The driving record shows that he has drove this car for ten hours. The roar said it was a murder. I personally read this monitor and felt that it was actually quite simple. It was the driver who caused the accident and fell asleep while driving fatigue. ——It's all over."

Luo Wenzhou asked: "Who is this driver? Does he have a criminal record?"

"The driver's name is Dong Gan. He is 49 years old. He is a big-ticket driver who runs and transports people. The one who came to recognize the body just now belongs to their team. He said that Dong Gan is a very honest person. It’s been ten years since I ran on the road, and there has never been an accident. How many criminals with criminal records are running around? Besides, he doesn’t seem to be related to Bentley. Xiali is almost the same. "Lao Qiu took the cigarette from Luo Wenzhou, "Luo team, do you think that family member is reliable? It's not those rich people who want to catch eyeballs and blog news?"

Luo Wenzhou did not jump to a conclusion, but when he saw Zhou Huaixin with his own eyes, he found that the reporter did not seem to be very reliable.

Meeting Zhang Donglai, Zhou Huaixin and others, Luo Wenzhou had to admit that among the local prodigal sons in Yancheng, Fei Du might be regarded as a relatively normal style of painting.

According to the adult man's stature, Zhou Huaixin was a bit too "slender", almost like a walking stick with sunken cheeks, making sensitive detectives almost suspect that he was taking drugs.

He wore a t-shirt that I didn’t know what was painted on him, and he was wearing a suit-style waistcoat. The waistcoat was as long as his knees, and the sides were opened to the waist, like two farts hanging on the front and back. The curtain, the right ear has seven or eight pierced holes from the pinna down, and it is covered with metal rings. The thick eyeliner covers the eyelids. This will have been crying, and a pair of horrible dark circles have fainted. .

On the wall behind Zhou Huaixin is a masterpiece of his own, an oil painting, which is three meters long and the tone is very gloomy.

Luo Wenzhou is a person who is very insensitive to art, and his appreciation of fine art works is still at the level of "the more realistic the better." However, even so, when he saw this painting, he still felt an unbearable suffocation. The color of the painting is dim and the lines are frantic. At first glance, it seems to be a common storm theme. However, after careful observation, it turns out that the upper left corner of the canvas is actually a sun. The rust-like reddish-brown lines depict light instead of wind and rain.

A large swath of reeds were drawn under the blood-colored light, and all the plants were hanging their heads, staggering lifelessly, and a few human bones facing away from the canvas were looming in them.

Staring at this painting for a long time is simply nauseating.

"I can't keep up with your trend," Luo Wenzhou asked Fei Du in a low voice, "What thoughts and feelings did that masterpiece of Young Master Zhou express?"

Fei Du glanced at it, probably the color of the lines is too bloody, he looked away a little uncomfortably: "If I remember correctly, his painting should have been done in a beach villa. , Several supermodels lay on the beach as mannequins for him."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

It turns out that the theme of this painting is "Beauty and White Bones, □□".

"His style is really not very flattering, and how others are not clear. Anyway, I paid for his paintings for his father's sake." Fei Du said in a low voice, just in time to see Zhou Huai's letter. Pinguli went downstairs, wiping tears as he walked.

Fei Du Yangsheng greeted him: "Brother Zhou, are you okay?"

As soon as Zhou Huaixin saw an acquaintance, his grievance almost came out of his eye sockets, and tremblingly called "Master Fei". He slammed into Fei like a "giant swallow into the forest." Cross your arms.

A scent of perfume that smelled like prickly heat powder rushed into the face, and it rushed up the human nose strongly, choking Luo Wenzhou's head to sneez.

Fei Du was thrown back by him for half a step. He straightened his shoulders and leaned on him, but his hands vainly fell to the side, and he did not take the initiative to make physical contact with the other party. It was like a gentleman acting like a gentleman. With his demeanor, he whispered a few words of comfort to Zhou Huaixin, then raised an arm to support him, and slowly led Zhou Huaixin to sit down.

Zhou Huaixin choked and asked: "Why are you here?"

The ins and outs of Fei Du’s matter are not easy to explain, so he simply said in a simplified way: "studying, intern at the city council."

Until then, Zhou Huaixin noticed that there were a few strangers next to him. He bent down and took a dozen tissues from the table, crying and saying, "Are you the police... the police? You love Fei. , Hobbies are so small...No, my heart hurts so much, so rely on me..."

He said, like a boneless mollusk, he unceremoniously leaned into Fei Du's arms. Luo Wenzhou's dog smelled "prickly heat and powder" in his nose, and he felt that Zhou Huai's letter was not pleasing to the eye, and he did business in an official manner. I opened my mouth: "It is said that you insist on not believing that Mr. Zhou's car accident was an accident. Is there any basis for this matter?"

Zhou Huaixin lifted his heavy eyelids with difficulty: "My dad insists on working out every day, and he even ran a marathon in spring. It is impossible for him to disappear suddenly. Someone must want to harm him!"

Lang Qiao, who was taking notes next to him, put down his notebook speechlessly and couldn't help but interject: "Mr. Zhou, I know you may not accept the reality for a while, but Mr. Zhou died in a car accident. Let alone a marathon, even a triathlon has no function of preventing car accidents."

Zhou Huaixin choked as if he was about to die, as if Lang Qiao was a big-eyed witch who persecuted the little princess.

Fei Du waved her hand, lowered his head and said softly: "Brother Zhou, this can't be used as evidence."

Zhou Huaixin cried out with a "wow": "Don't you believe me? My instinct is the most accurate. Dad usually drives that big car with bulletproof glass when going out, so I took this car today. An accident happened. Is this a coincidence? He just passed his 73rd birthday last week. He said he was going to retire and wanted to make a will. He left part of the stock to me and my brother. He just came back this week. Just..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Huaixin seemed to suddenly realize that he had missed something, and suddenly closed his mouth, burying his head on Fei Du's body like a "weak wind", holding his chest without breathing.

"Mr. Zhou only has two sons. Even if he does not make a will, his property will belong to your brothers in the future." Luo Wenzhou poked Zhou Huaixin's eyes like electricity, "Why do you think this will be his murder? Reason? Mr. Zhou, I know you are uncomfortable, but since you have reported the case, please take it seriously. Can you sit up and talk?"

"I don't know, I just paint, I don't understand those things at home, you ask my elder brother to talk about it, anyway, I called him, and he will arrive early tomorrow morning." Zhou Huaixin raised his hand to cover his face. Avoid Luo Wenzhou's gaze, "A murder weapon as big as a car has a higher fatality rate than knives and guns. The streets are full of people who are legally armed with the murder weapon. Is it possible to cover up the lives of people only by'not intentional accidents'?" Do you care about it?"

The speaker seemed to be unintentional, but the listeners were all attentive, and the expression on Fei Du's face suddenly faded a bit.

Luo Wenzhou picked up Zhou Huaixin in a simple and rude manner, and took him off Fei Du: "The driver who caused the accident is dead, Mr. Zhou, you are suggesting to us that someone will murder your father at all costs. Right?"

Zhou Huaixin looked at him faintly through thick dark circles: "This police officer, don't you believe that money can buy life?"

Luo Wenzhou and the others entangled Zhou Huaixin for nearly an hour, and they didn't know whether this person was really brain-dead or pretending to be a grandson. Sometimes they could clearly notice that his hesitation was stopped, as if they knew something, but it was not convenient for outsiders to speak. Only when they were about to leave, Zhou Huaixin stopped Fei Du and asked inexplicably: "Have you heard those rumors?"

Fei Du gave Luo Wenzhou a look, then patted Zhou Huaixin on the shoulder: "Don't think too much."

Zhou Huaixin refused to let go, and asked in a low voice: "Can you accompany me to wait for my eldest brother to come back?"

Before Fei Du had time to speak, Luo Wenzhou had already replied on his behalf: "Don't linger, you have to report at night-‘Intern’."

Fei Du made a helpless gesture to Zhou Huaixin, and was immediately pushed out by Luo Wenzhou: "Hurry up."

Fei Du staggered, but he didn't care. Instead, he lowered his head and laughed. Luo Wenzhou hurried back to the official car again.

Lang Qiao asked in a low voice with his eyes wide open: "Mr. Fei, was the snake spirit of that week interesting to you?"

"No," Fei Du also whispered, "It's just emptiness, loneliness and coldness."

Lang Qiao is heartbroken: "You guys are rotten!"

Luo Wenzhou slammed the car door, raised his hand to pull the two of them apart, stretched out his hand a little Lang Qiao, he said: "If you have so many female hormones, you won't be unable to marry-Fei Du, Zhou Huaixin covered it up. What the **** is it?"

"The rumors of the rivers and lakes," Fei Du sat upright in his spare time, "the respected and respected Mr. Zhou has an illegitimate child."