Silent Reading Chapter 70: Macbeth (November)

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Dong Qian's family lives in the "Lanwan" community.

This is a very new residential area. A few years ago, it was still a damp and cramped alley. Later, it became a beneficiary of the vigorous urban transformation. Dong Gan's family also moved into the clear and clean resettlement building.

The newly built communities in recent years are very particular about "floor heating", "central air conditioning" and "fresh air system". In the past few years, the terms that were considered quite foreign have become standard for residential buildings, and the new generation of urban middle class has begun to buy The quality of life requires location, quietness, service, and convenience. The old residents faintly signed the relocation agreement, and found a place to stay on the edge of the "quality life", as if they were also following the trend of integrating into the "quality city"...Of course, they only know when they live in, it just looks like It's beautiful.

There is a thick isolation belt between the relocation house and the commercial house, the middle is sealed, one side is a bare concrete floor, and the other is a flowery artificial landscape. Buildings with similar appearances are divided into three, six or nine classes.

When Xiao Haiyang and his colleagues came out of Dong Gan's house, they found that the place where they parked the police car was already surrounded by people.

"This car came early in the morning," an old dog walker pointed to the police car and said, "I saw it when I bought breakfast, and I don't know what happened so long."

"Don't you know, there is a murderer living here. The address I found out on the Internet is the building of this courtyard." The student-like teenager next to him raised his cell phone to show the old man, the old man walking the dog squinted his eyes, yes. The information flow that swept through like a storm was a little in awe.

"Hey, are those two policemen?"

Before Xiao Haiyang could open the car door, he was almost submerged in the babbling of the people.

"Uncle Police, I heard that the murderer who bought/killed/killed lives here, are you here for this?"

Xiao Haiyang was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head again and again: "No, don't guess, please give me a hand."

The teenager holding his cell phone asked curiously: "Are there really illegitimate children?"

He didn’t finish his words, he was dragged aside by a fashionable lady behind him: “You don’t inquire about those useless gossip, and then you go online and don’t let you bring your mobile phone-police officer, I’m just a little bit Ask, is the one who hit the person dead or not? Are you arrested? Live next door to the murderer..."

Xiao Haiyang paused with the hand pulling the car door, then pretended not to hear, and got into the car without saying a word.

"Hey, how did you go? What can you do if you answer one sentence? This is also a safety issue that the masses are concerned about!"

The man who parked next to him grumbled: "I said long ago that I shouldn't buy this kind of house close to the relocation house. You don't know who lives next to me..."

Xiao Haiyang stepped on the accelerator without waiting for his colleague to close the car door, and left the parking lot of the residential area as if being chased by something. As soon as I left the gate of the community, I ran into a van with a certain media logo in front of me. With sharp eyes, my colleague quickly patted Xiao Haiyang: "Go on the side road, don't cause trouble."

Xiao Haiyang turned into a twisty path with a dozen steering wheels. From the corner of his light, he caught a glimpse of a few people carrying instruments on the van. He ran and chased them a few steps, but he couldn't catch up. After the drums died down, I took a few photos of police cars passing by.

The colleague looked back nervously and confirmed that there were no extra knots. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiao Haiyang: "The wind is spreading so fast, Haiyang, I tell you, now it’s no better than before. If you are investigating the case When you encounter this situation, you must remember to keep your mouth in check, and run as soon as you can’t practice Tai Chi. There is no official official notice on it. We can’t say a word. This is discipline. Otherwise, turn around and wait. Let the boss clean up."

Xiao Haiyang nodded dumbly at first, and after a while, he suddenly asked nonchalantly: "Can Dong Xiaoqing still live here?"

The colleague gave a suspicious "um" first, then recovered, and waved his hand indifferently: "It must be uncomfortable for a while, it will be fine after a while, everyone is so busy, who has such a long time? Memory? Don’t worry, no one will remember it after a month or two."

Xiao Haiyang replied with a heavy heart. He didn't drive like he was in a rampage, even a little too cautious. When he saw the lights change from a distance, he gently stepped on the brakes, and the old official car seemed to moisten things silently. Slowly stopped, hardly making people feel shaking.

"But she must not forget it herself." Xiao Haiyang said abruptly.

The colleague gave him a surprised look.

"If we fail to find clear evidence in the end that Dong Gan is a murderer or innocent, she will never get through this matter in her heart. At first, when others asked her or doubted her, she would still argue desperately. I don’t believe that my father is a murderer, but this incident will be like a thorn, popping up every three or five hours, like Schrödinger’s box."

The colleague didn't expect him to have so many thoughts suddenly, and asked with a straight eyebrow: "Schrodinger? Isn't it a cat?"

"The cat’s box," Xiao Haiyang stared at the signal light, his glasses slid down slightly, and the frame covered his eyelids with a pair of gloomy eyebrows, "If you don’t open it for a day, you won’t know that If the cat is still there, this box will be stuck in your heart forever, so that you can’t let go of anything else. Every day when it gets dark, you will go around this box like a throat, and you will doubt it every day... This kind of unresolved trauma will last a lifetime. It's not going to be good."

Ordinary people’s daily speech is either smashing teeth or communicating with something. In the cultural concept of the East, communicating with people who are not very close to you is not so "daily", and it’s a little bit lethargic. People talked awkwardly.

The colleague froze for a while, and didn't know how to take this long, endless talk, so he laughed.

Xiao Haiyang looked like a person immersed in his own world. He didn't receive the embarrassment of his companions at all, and he didn't expect other people's answers. He said to himself, shut his mouth, and didn't know what he was immersed in.

In the Lanwan community, Dong Xiaoqing sits alone in the living room, holding the phone, and the local TV station is scrolling through Zhou’s explosive news. The name of the driver "Dong" flashes from an inconspicuous corner from time to time. pass. Three cups of cold residual tea were placed on the coffee table, indicating that there were only visitors coming.

The people on the phone spoke very kindly. It was their personnel manager: "Look, Xiao Dong, there are indeed a lot of things in your family recently. Even in the busy season, everyone is very considerate of you, and I have asked for instructions. The boss, the leaders agree that you should take a break first, make adjustments, and work in a hurry... What are the difficulties? You can tell the company at any time, if it can be solved, we will try our best to help you, okay?"

This is what she meant to dismiss her euphemistically. Dong Xiaoqing understood. She didn't want to show an ugly posture, so she tried her best to suppress the trill: "Okay, Manager Wang, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Hey, no trouble, no trouble," there was a sigh of relief for her kindness. Seeing that Dong Xiaoqing was so acquainted, his tone was softened by three points again, "When this kind of thing happens, Brother Wang has nothing to help you. I just reported with the boss and applied for a quarter of additional salary and subsidies..."

There was a persistent knock on the door: "Ms. Dong is at home? We are from the Yandu Evening News. I would like to ask you a few questions."

"...At that time, I will give you a one-time payment. Although it is not much, it is better than nothing. If you need a job recommendation letter or something in the future, just come to me."

"Miss Dong? It's strange, there should be someone inside, I can hear a voice...Hello, is there anyone in the house?"

Dong Xiaoqing took a hard breath and hugged her head.

Those noisy sounds are like water. The water flows and goes according to the situation. It may not be well-intentioned or malicious. Only those who are in the whirlpool, who are still struggling and knowing nothing, know the so-called "death". What is the feeling of "disaster".

Ke Mie Ding returns to Mie Ding, he can't blame this drop of water, nor can he blame that drop of water.

Who should I tell you?

Throughout the ages, no one has distinguished a result.

Dong Xiaoqing didn't know how she handled the company's call. She became a self-winding zombie. I don't know how long it took before she recovered a little.

The people outside finally left, the phone case was unscrewed by herself, and the curious news breaks on the TV did not know when it ended, and the daily variety shows started again.

She curled herself up blankly, staring at a note with a phone number written on the next teacup—that was left by the policeman wearing glasses just now, and asked her if she remembered any clues. , Or if you have any difficulties, you can go to him at any time.

"Fake." Dong Xiaoqing thought blankly.

At this moment, the noisy doorbell rang again.

Dong Xiaoqing was excited, and an unnamed fire burst out of her heart for no reason. She stood up quickly, grabbed the glass on the table, and was about to smash it at the door. The word "roll" was stuck in her. Throat.

"Express delivery-is there anyone at home?"

Dong Xiaoqing had a meal, and the water glass rolled down from her charged fingertips and fell on the sofa. Half a glass of water soaked a piece of the sofa cover. The person at the door tried to knock on the door, murmured "Nobody", followed by a "squeak", the courier stuffed the package into the small compartment of the weak electric well in the corridor as usual, and hurried away.

Dong Xiaoqing hastily pressed a few napkins on the soaked sofa cushion to absorb water. After hesitating for a moment, she carefully looked out at the "cat's eye" and made sure that there was no one outside. Then she quickly opened the door by a small slit and acted as a thief. Likely retrieved the express package.

The thing had no weight and was carefully wrapped. She remembered that she didn't buy anything. Who would deliver the express at this time? Dong Xiaoqing turned to the courier list in confusion, and then she was stunned--

This is an address from the shipping company where Dong Qian worked before his death. The sender and recipient are both Dong Qian.

The cause of Zhou Junmao’s death is a mystery. As a suspect, Dong Qian’s personal belongings in his unit and at home have been checked by the police, except that he missed this one and had to go for two or three days of "China Slow Delivery" in the same city. mail.

Dong Xiaoqing couldn’t wait to tore open the package with her bare hands. The first thing that fell out was a black-and-white portrait of a woman. The same photo was also hung in her living room. It was her mother who died early in her childhood. It is the shocking scene of the car accident and the death certificate issued by the hospital after the rescue was invalid.

A newspaper clipping is posted on the back of the death certificate, which is a report on the car accident in which Dong Xiaoqing's mother lost her life.

Dong Xiaoqing originally thought this was a treasure treasured by her father, and was about to skip it, but she inadvertently swept a few words in the old newspaper. She seemed to pour a pot of cold water on her head, and for a moment she went from a muddy state. Sober up-it turns out that the protagonist of that report is not the innocent woman who lost her life in the car accident, but a well-known entrepreneur at the time.

The entrepreneur drove on the road by himself, and was suddenly chased by a large cargo. The car lost control and rushed to the side lane, affecting another passing truck, causing a series of car accidents. The car owner and the driver were killed on the spot. , And in the passing vehicle that was affected for no reason were Dong Gan and his wife. Both of them were sent to the hospital for rescue. His wife was seriously injured and died unfortunately after the rescue failed.

When Dong Xiaoqing raised her hand, she eagerly poured out everything in the package-there were incomprehensible driving directions, some mimeographed hand-drawn drawings, and copies of huge bills for not knowing what to do. Few close-ups of license plates and a stack of strangers' personal information.

One of Huo Ran is Zhou Junmao!

The back of Zhou Junmao's biographical account has a photo on the back of the Bentley that the old man was riding in when the accident happened.

Dong Xiaoqing's heart jumped "abruptly", and her hands couldn't help shaking. She saw an envelope under a large stack of documents with "Xiao Qing" crookedly written on it, which was scribbled by Dong Gan. Somewhat childish words!

In a blink of an eye, Zhou Huaijin’s kidnapping case has passed for a few days. The heat has not subsided, but it has become more and more intense. The photos and reports of Zhou Huaijin’s participation in commercial activities in his early years have all been turned over, even the mysterious founder of Zhou’s It was mentioned again after decades of disappearing.

"This person's Chinese name is'Zhou Yahou'...I'll go, he looks so handsome," Lang Qiao turned around in the office, "He is a Chinese-American mixed blood, a little bit more Chinese, and his wife is also Chinese. Second-generation immigrants, rich in family, and dropped out of prestigious schools to work in business-Zhou Junmao was a follower of others at that time, not to mention Zheng Kaifeng, when Zhou Yahou set up his company, he had just left the country illegally, and he was still a kid hiding in Tibet. Fuck."

Tao Ran looked up in surprise and asked: "Zheng Kaifeng still smuggled out of the country?"

"I ran away when I was a teenager," Lang Qiao said, "I spent a few years under the hands of the snake head, and then somehow got the legal status of Zhou Junmao mixed with him. Look at the miserable situation in the past. Looking at people now, this chance in life... it's really hard to say."

Someone protested: "Jojo, don't walk around, it makes me dizzy."

"I'm hungry, brother brother," Lang Qiao wailed, "Our breeder has been ten minutes late, and my stomach is digesting itself."

As soon as she finished her voice, a pancake smell drifted in along the corridor. Lang Qiao jumped to the door in two steps, just like the people in the occupied area saw the understanding/fang/jun and yelled affectionately: "Boss!"

Luo Wenzhou let her in a wrong step: "Stabilize the key point."

"Hungry children don't need to be prudent," Lang Qiaohou hurriedly grabbed the things in his hand, "Hey, how do you buy so many varieties today?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word, and said to his heart: "Who knows that it's forcing you to eat nothing."

It was Friday, and it was the day Fei Du came to report in the bureau. Luo Wenzhou originally bought it earlier as usual, but temporarily remembered this one, then wandered around and bought something else, accidentally being late for a while.

He pretended to wander into the office casually, and he saw Fei Du’s empty table at a glance, and immediately raised his face like a gentleman: "Didn’t I have emphasized discipline? What's the situation? Tao Ran, give him a call. The phone, when hasn't arrived yet, where have you been fooling around?"

Tao Ran: "..."

Luo Wenzhou later realized that everyone's expressions were very weird: "It all depends on what I do?"

Lang Qiao pointed at a coat hung on Fei Du's seat with winking eyebrows, and deliberately "lowered" his voice to a level that everyone could hear: "I arrived half an hour ago. I'm going to Mr. Lu's office."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Tao Ran slowly added: "Oh, yes, the Land Bureau just called the office to find you. I picked it up. His old man scolded me and asked me,'Will Luo Wenzhou's free and undisciplined' be better? Up'."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The entire criminal investigation team ate Luo team's meal, and collectively gave Luo team a boo.