Silent Reading Chapter 72: Macbeth (13)

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Robbery, violent assault, murder... the purpose and consequences of these actions are so intuitive, and there are clear penal regulations. As long as the criminal can be caught and the evidence can be found, the victim can always get a similar statement.

However, this argument may not always be negotiated.

For example, throwing stones on the highway for fun, leading to the death of innocent passers-by; stealing manhole covers and street light wires, causing night-walkers to fall into the bottom of the well and killing them; or social elites made a decision lightly, leading to displacement Of bankrupts committed suicide in despair...who should these people ask for answers?

There is no distinction between the family of the victim, pain and grievance, and there is no distinction between pain and resentment. If you see that the victim is harmed and the deceased can suffer from guilt and conscience for life, you may be able to use this as a comfort, but unfortunately The conscience of the world is probably not strong enough. In the face of heavy self-condemnation, it will often lose the battle under self-paralysis and numerous excuses——

I didn't mean it.

I did not target you.

I didn't expect such consequences.

I am also a victim to some extent...

But who made you unlucky?

In the final analysis, fate is the murderer.

I don’t know what’s wrong with the city bureau’s dilapidated official car. The steering wheel never returns to the correct position, and the brakes are slow. I always feel that if I accidentally follow the car in front of it, there is a sigh of exhaustion about to strike. Luo Wenzhou I thought that Mr. Fei, a prodigal prodigal who used luxury cars as bumper cars, would have to blow his hair in two steps, but he did not expect that he frowned slightly when he was just getting started, and soon became familiar with this old-fashioned bus. Doesn't appear cramped.

Luo Wenzhou noticed his driving route and couldn't help but ask: "Where to go?"

"Hengai Private Hospital," Fei Du said, "Zhou Huaijin actually stayed in a public hospital for one day. On the night after recording the transcript, he moved to the private house where his family owned shares. His brother said it was too noisy. The environment is not conducive to the recovery of physical and mental trauma-I guess it is to hide from the media."

"Didn't he just make a small mouth on his leg? I heard Tao Ran say that he didn't hurt his muscles and bones. I strongly condemned this waste of medical resources." Luo Wenzhou reached out and clicked Fei Du." You people, pay attention, luxury and **** are often the first steps in deteriorating character!"

There may be something wrong with Fei Du. If he talks too much, he will crash. He will never be serious. Hearing this, he immediately joked, "This is considered a luxury? Then you are sitting on me." In the car, have I been so extravagant as to be slashed by the law?"

Luo Wenzhou blocked most of his face with a pair of sunglasses. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but sighed. He just dented a serious look under the bright universe: "Baby, you are so sour and fake. This kind of teasing is the only way for me to have such a thick face. Did you use this trick when coaxing little idiots to bed? No wonder it's not bad."

Fei Du withdrew his unruly gaze, and smiled without saying a word.

The public and prosecutors in Yancheng were all near the city center, not far apart. When Fei Du changed his route, the two of them happened to pass near the procuratorate.

The air in early autumn was dry, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the sun seemed a bit presumptuous. When the police car passed the back door of the procuratorate quietly, it happened to see a middle-aged woman standing on the side of the road.

She was carrying a bottle of mineral water, and a display board hung around her neck. The display board was a few smiling little girls. The woman's eyes were a little lost, she saw the police car, and followed it subconsciously, revealing a daze that was somewhat contaminated with twilight.

"That's Qu Tong's mother." Luo Wenzhou took a look and said to Fei Du, "I've seen it several times when I came to report the case and make transcripts. How come I've grown like this in just a few months?"

Fei Du: "The Land Bureau also talked to me about this today."

Luo Wenzhou: "Huh?"

Faidu paused, and seemed to follow the words intentionally or unintentionally: "But I don't know if it is my illusion. I always feel that his old man is testing my thoughts."

Luo Wenzhou's face didn't move, he rolled his eyes quietly, and looked at Fei Du through the shade of his sunglasses: "What do you think?"

"I don't know, it sounds... Maybe he thinks I would approve that the victim's family bought/killed Su Luozhan and the bunch of pedophiles who paid for it." Fei Du shrugged, "Why, I seem to have such a strong sense of justice?"

Luo Wenzhou didn't say a word for a while, then he changed his slouchy sitting posture, sat upright and raised his legs, his body language became more serious.

"He also crossed out several old cases that I applied for review." Fei Du said, "I got a rough idea. Coincidentally, those cases seemed to be more or less flawed, and some were aggrieved. The evidence is insufficient, and some suspects have submitted psychiatric diagnosis instructions..."

"Fei Du," Luo Wenzhou smiled, "Ms. Lu is testing you, or do you want to play with me?"

At intersections with sparse traffic, the signal lights turned from yellow to red, and Fei Du slowly stepped on the brakes.

"I do understand a little bit about this matter. Before, my master drank too much and said that I missed it." Luo Wenzhou was silent for a while, and said, "If I guessed correctly, the old cases crossed out by the Land Bureau should be the last picture album. Did you adjust the file when the plan started?"

Fei Du didn't expect him to talk so well, so he couldn't help but glance at him.

"Except for the one who said he was mentally ill, the other cases were all outstanding cases. At that time, the leader of the album project wanted to sort out these cases from another angle, hoping to find some breakthroughs."

Fei Du listened quietly.

"However, due to the limitation of technical level and the passage of time, a lot of evidence will be annihilated. No matter whether it is maturity or credibility, psychological profiling technology cannot be used as evidence in court. These unclosed cases can only be used as research materials in the end. The suspect may be brought to justice again. The predecessors and experts who participated in the picture album project held a sigh of relief. Then at this moment, the suspects involved in the case had accidents one after another."

"What kind of accident?"

"Some had bizarre accidents, some disappeared, and one committed suicide. Only a suicide note was left, and the names that appeared on the desk disappeared one by one. What a coincidence, if it weren’t for God’s sudden What kind of retribution is brought down by opening your eyes, it can only be a case-murder. The murderer has a very high IQ, and he knows the deceased even more than the deceased himself, and he is 100% familiar with the police's methods of handling cases. Therefore, the album plan was called urgently. Suspended, a secret task force was established in the bureau, and all personnel involved in the case were suspended for investigation."

When Fei Du heard this, he understood why Luo Wenzhou would not answer when Tao Ran asked about the "Picture Album Project" at the dinner table. The people involved in this case were probably industry elites and experts in related disciplines. Now if they have not retired, they should have become highly respected seniors and managers.

"What happened later?"

"Later, the task force finally identified a suspect," Luo Wenzhou said. "I don't know exactly what happened, but there is no evidence to accuse him. This person is the soul of the picture album project and participated in the picture album at the time. Many of the predecessors of the plan are his students."

Fei Du immediately asked: "Who is this person?"

Luo Wenzhou shook his head: "I'm not sure. Old Yang didn't tell me. Later I tried to check. His file was sealed, but according to my master, this person is dead."

"You are not sure," Fei Du whispered, "meaning you found it."

Luo Wenzhou didn’t admit it or shook his head: “I’ve said so much, it’s time for you to be honest-why did you get into Yan Gongda and why you worked so hard to join the restarted'picture album' project? Don’t tell me I'm free and purely curious."

Fei Du fell silent.

The two of them were sitting side by side in the front seat of the small car, trying to be no more than a few fists away, but there seemed to be a cold and thick wall between them.

Fei Du’s gaze flickered slightly, Luo Wenzhou seemed to hear the sound of gates opening in his heart. The owner was calmly weighing which safety gates to open and how many to show in exchange for what he wanted. .

When the car navigation system showed that the destination was almost reached, Luo Wenzhou pried out a sentence from Fei Du's mouth with difficulty.

"You know that I have always suspected that my dad was related to my mother's death." Fei Du said, "Even if you ruled out his suspicion, I still have this feeling in my heart, lingering. In theory, intuition It’s related to people’s subconsciousness. I really want to know why I have such deep-rooted suspicions, so I’m trying to trace my childhood."

"I remember that there was a basement in my house at the time. Only my dad had the keys. Even my mother could not approach it. It was like the locked room in Blue Beard’s house. Go in..."

Luo Wenzhou keenly heard his voice pause for a while.

"...I saw an open folder on his desk, and inside it was...cough..." Fei Du said this, coughing as if choking, he turned his face out of the window and closed it. I got out of the car window and continued with a hoarse voice, "I'm choking, sorry - there are a dozen essays inside. I probably glanced at it. It was too young to recognize words. I only vaguely remembered that there were'evil* pieces'." Words such as “psychological trauma”, the paper’s signature was “Fan Siyuan”. Later, I checked this person and found that he was too mysterious. Apart from teaching at Yan Gong University, there were no clues."

Luo Wenzhou didn’t answer. He knew that Fei Du was talking nonsense. He saw all kinds of documents at his parents’ desk when he was a child, except for one time he tore up his dad’s meeting minutes and got a stink in an airplane. I didn't even remember the other punctuation marks.

"A businessman, why would he look at these things in his secret study? Don’t you think it’s weird?" Fei Du drove the police car into the parking lot of Heng'ai Hospital, "Since I broke in, My dad discarded the place and moved everything in it. For so many years, I haven't found where he moved the things in the study—that stack of mysterious papers is my last memory."

"Oh," Luo Wenzhou responded indifferently. After the car stopped, he unfastened his seat belt. He didn't know whether to accept Fei Du's mixed explanation. Just ask me, I like to make things clearer. If I can tell you, I will answer right away. You don't need to betray your hue. What can't be said, even if the brain cells collectively lose half of the chromosomes, I won't say a word. There is no need to use such a roundabout way to me."

Fei Du took a moment to realize what he meant: "Wait, do you think I asked you for this?"

Luo Wenzhou ignored him, reached out to the cart door, and Fei Du grabbed his shoulder.

"Brother," Fei Du was not angry, but laughed, "I wanted to ask, are you a little afraid of me?"

Luo Wenzhou almost raised his long eyebrows out of the sunglasses frame: "I am afraid of you? What am I afraid of you?"

"I'm afraid that I will waste your feelings, that I have ulterior motives, and that you will lose control of yourself, and you will not end up in the end..." Fei Du said every word, "Which one of my guesses is right?"

Luo Wenzhou's face sank, and he raised his hand to pick him off from himself: "You want more..."

Fei Du: "Still afraid that I will keep you out of bed?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He has never seen such a big talk in his life, and he has gained a lot of insight.

Luo Wenzhou was speechless, so he shut up and took Fei Du out of the car.

As soon as the two came out of the parking lot, they saw that the entrance of Heng'ai Hospital was surrounded by various media cars, and a group of people stretched their necks and looked inside. Suddenly, someone yelled: "Come out!"

The sound of the shutter sounded.

"Ready to prepare!"

"Hey, wait until you get close before you shoot."

"Don't squeeze!"

"This is not a coincidence." Fei Du probe glanced, "Zhou Huaixin didn't tell me that his brother was discharged today."

Zhou Huaijin’s injury is actually not as serious as the saliva he choked in the Baisha River, and he can be discharged from the hospital with a little treatment, but after all, he is a young man born with a golden spoon. Of course, his skin and flesh are more tender than ordinary people. He lay in his hospital for three days before he walked out carefully in a wheelchair.

Zhou Huaixin personally pushed the wheelchair to pick him up. He was prepared for the chaos at the door, and commanded a large group of bodyguards in black to swarm up, simply and rudely guarding Zhou Huaijin behind the wall. He took off the non-mainstream coat and covered Zhou Huaijin to block the camera behind him.

Zhou Huaijin smiled with a good temper: "Just shoot, don't cover it."

Zhou Huaixin pushed him out. After a moment of silence, he said: "Brother, do you have anything to say to me?"

Zhou Huaijin's demeanor is outstanding, even in a wheelchair, her face is haggard, it is very pleasing to the eye, she does not look like Zhou Huaixin's brother: "What do you say?"

Zhou Huaixin looked back at his back, and amidst the clamor, he whispered to Zhou Huaijin: "Brother, no matter what, no matter what you do...you are my brother."

"What are you talking about, I am not your brother, who else can I be?" Zhou Huaijin laughed after a meal, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand at Zhou Huaixin.

Zhou Huaixin is like a skinny dog ​​of poor appearance. He stared at his hand for a while, then lowered his head well-trained, and let Zhou Huaijin rub his head gently, and his tight shoulders gradually relaxed. A peaceful smile appeared on her face.

Zhou Huaijin said gently: "Go, let's go home."

Zhou Huaixin nodded gently, put the coat he had just taken off on his elder brother's lap, and carefully pushed the wheelchair to avoid the stones on the ground.

A pair of eyes looked at them from a distance, thinking: How tender.

What does it matter if you show the excitement to people outside who don’t know why? They still have wealth and wealth, accompanied by luxury car bodyguards, and are beautiful. Today, people will take a few photos, and tomorrow there will be news saying that "the inheritance dispute is a fiction, and the future family of the Zhou family has a deep brotherhood."

No one will ever know the nasty things under their glamorous skins. Everyone is waiting to see the exaggerated and artificial performances of celebrities. No one cares about the lives hidden between the lines.

Some people, from life to death, probably only deserve a marginal shot in the news of others.

But why?

Zhou Huaixin's phone rang, he picked it up in a daze: "Master Fei?"

"Look up and look across."

Zhou Huaixin looked around with his words, and saw Fei Du and Luo Wenzhou in the parking lot opposite.

"The police have something to talk to your brothers," Fei Du beckoned at him, "How about, can you get out? Let's make an appointment in front?"

"All right, then..." Zhou Huaixin glanced back, and suddenly found that the media behind them had turned the camera in another direction. A young girl in her twenties was holding a The bouquet did not come, timidly, and bowed to the two brothers far away.

"What's the situation?" Zhou Huaixin frowned, "Fei Ye, wait a moment, I'll call you back later."

A bodyguard trot over, bent down and said to Zhou Huaijin: "Mr. Zhou, the girl is the family member of the perpetrator of the car accident of Mr. Zhou. She has never been seen. I somehow found out today that you were discharged from the hospital and came here. I don’t know what to do."

The voice fell down, and the girl was already expecting to say: "I am the only one left in my family. My dad caused such an accident. Maybe we can't afford the bankruptcy... I... I just thought about it. Look, I personally apologize to others, maybe they are not rare..."

Zhou Huaixin looked at Zhou Huaijin.

"Call her over," Zhou Huaijin said, "It wasn't she who ran into, and it was poor."

Zhou Huaixin was not too surprised either. His brother had always been such a gentle, courteous and frugal image outside. He turned his head to explain a few words to the bodyguard, and let the girl in amid the dissatisfaction of other people.

Across the road, Fei Du squinted: "What's the matter with this girl, I'm a little familiar."

"It seems to be...Dong Xiaoqing?" Luo Wenzhou was stunned, and then he took out his cell phone-only then Tao Ran sent him a text message asking for leave. The reason was that Dong Xiaoqing claimed that he had something to hand over to the police, and he accompanied Xiao Haiyang. Once, "Why is she here, she is not..."

Some kind of creepy intuition rushed to Luo Wenzhou's back. He didn't have time to think. He stretched out his hand to support the guardrail outside the parking lot and turned over directly from above.

Fei Du was taken aback, and quickly followed.

At this time, Dong Xiaoqing had come to the opposite of Zhou Huaijin with the flower in her arms. Her face was pale, her body was still trembling slightly, and she leaned tentatively at Zhou Huaixin and Zhou Huaijin, and even said "I'm sorry".

Zhou Huaijin reached out to pick up the flower in her hand: "I know it was an accident, girl, it's okay."

Luo Wenzhou rushed to the entrance of the hospital in three and two steps, but was blocked by bodyguards and the media in a group: "Police, get out of me!"

Dong Xiaoqing seemed to have tears in her eyes. She bent down and put a huge bouquet of perfume lilies into Zhou Huaijin's arms: "I'm here..."

Zhou Huaixin reached out to stop: "My brother has been pollen..."

Before he had time to say the word "Min", he saw a cold light flashing behind the bouquet, and there was a flash of lightning. Zhou Huaixin had no time to think about what it was. He just instinctively smashed Zhou Huaijin's wheelchair and pressed him with a cold touch. Afterwards, a sharp tingling pain filled her lower abdomen. Zhou Huaijin fell to the ground with the wheelchair and turned her head back in disbelief——

Dong Xiaoqing stabbed the watermelon knife into Zhou Huaixin's chest and abdomen, and shouted hysterically: "I'm here to send you on the road!"

At the same time, Tao Ran and Xiao Haiyang, who had just arrived in the "Lanwan" community, were unable to drive the police car in at all—the community was already blocked by fire trucks.

Xiao Haiyang raised his head abruptly, smoke billowing from upstairs, and the firefighters' high-pressure water guns pulled back to see the saw, shouting and crying one after another...

He has a big heartbeat.

I can't see the fire point, but it seems to be near Dong Qian's house!