Silent Reading

When Luo Wenzhou came out of the interrogation room, he felt a bit unconscious. The high-intensity and long-term process of torture was a torture to both sides, especially in the face of Xu Wenchao's psychological qualities of the suspect, not giving the other room to breathe. In fact, there is no room for breathing.

Those traveling outside are still looking for various evidence to support, and the interrogated and interrogated must cheat each other and judge each other through the look of each other and the subtle information revealed between the lines—

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

Where do they contradict each other? Which sentence may be true, and which sentence is to avoid it?

Are they cheating on me?

In what direction can he confess?

After a little slackening, Xu Wenchao immediately seized the opportunity to quibble his confession.

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

When Qu Tong's parents heard the news, they had disregarded the pursuit of Binhai, leaving Guo Heng alone.

Luo Wenzhou saw his back and thought that Guo Heng was asleep. He subconsciously eased his footsteps, and picked up a uniform coat that I didn't know who was throwing it there, just trying to lay on him, but Guo Heng suddenly looked up at this time. .

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes "twisted" from the bridge of the nose to the corners of the nose, like scars on the thirsty ground, with pale yellow eyes, cobweb-like bloodshot around the eyes, without any drowsiness.

In the past, the lively area of ​​the criminal investigation team's office was silent. Either they were still busy outside, or they could not sleep. The two men were relatively speechless, the air seemed to stick together, and it was still, and no powerful air conditioner could blow the wind.

For a long time, Guo Heng was the first to speak with difficulty: "You ... your leader, Lu, all told me."

Luo Wenzhou slowly opened a chair and sat down opposite him.

"It wasn't too specific," Guo Heng said. "He said that you are still verifying some details-can you tell me the specifics now?"

Luo Wenzhou paused: "In the summer of twenty years ago, Guo Fei accidentally met a girl who claimed to be coming to Lotus Mountain with her teacher. She wore a floral dress and was very beautiful. She always seemed to be indistinguishable from the southeast and the northwest. I asked her a few times for directions. One day after the remedial class, Guo Fei ran into the girl again. The girl seemed to be in a hurry, claiming to take her teacher to the hospital, and she could not find the way back to the hotel. Guo Fei was enthusiastic. , The teacher ’s comments at the end of each year have a “helpful” one, and she still stays in the Archives of Lianhua Mountain Primary School. She tried to explain to the other side several times, the other side has never understood, she thought, anyway, just go around It should be a few minutes late, so I decided to take the girl to her destination ... "

From the first time he mentioned the name of "Guo Fei", Guo Heng shuddered uncontrollably, turbid tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, was intercepted by wrinkles one by one, and went to the white corners.

Luo Wenzhou said here, stopped for a moment, stretched his hands and pressed it on Guo Heng's shoulders, and his lean back was combined with the undulating chest, just like a thin and old broken wind box.

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

"That girl, Su Xiaolan, lied to Guo Fei to drink the added beverage and left her in the hotel, waiting for the murderer Wu Guangchuan to be discharged from the hospital. Wu Guangchuan deliberately broke off from the army on the grounds of 'ill health' , Got a bus by himself, and 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, No matter from a series of facts such as Su Xiaolan's diary and the consistency of the criminal methods, it was actually Su Xiaolan who killed Guo Fei that year. Luo Wenzhou gently twisted the facts with a seemingly objective tone. "Su Xiaolan's deformed relationship with the murderer made her very jealous of the victim. On the way, she clashed with the murderer, ran out of the car in anger, turned over the large **** you found, and saw the garbage. On the public phone near the field, she suddenly figured out a way to vent her-that screaming phone call and you heard the shaking of the pencil box. "

"Why ... why ..."

"Because she is jealous that Guo Fei has parents like you, a happy family, and has grown into a little girl 10,000 times better than her. She has something that she can't get for twenty years."

Guo Hengshun looked at Luo Wenzhou along with the words, and was speechless for a moment.

"Uncle Guo, you didn't kill the wrong person, you were just ... so kind, you never doubted another person in that house," Luo Wenzhou said softly, "but you killed Wu Guangchuan in front of her, shock Living in Su Xiaolan, Su Xiaolan knew for the first time that these things she did would attract retribution. She also later lived a life of malformation and pain, and greatly reduced the frequency of crimes. You were virtually saved Many potential victims-at least a hundred. "

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

Luo Wenzhou: "Uncle Guo ..."

"Don't say anything," Guo Heng waved at him casually, "Don't bother to pick up a nice and comfort me, I thank you."

At that time, precisely because he rushed to kill Wu Guangchuan, Su Xiaolan never dared to torture the victim's family in the same way, and even adjusted his crimes after that, so that the files of the later killed little girls were silent. It was mixed with many lost children, and it was twenty years later to see the sun again.

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

"Then where is my Fifi?"

"At that time, Su Hui, the main criminal, did not participate in the case, so we infer that Guo Fei should be along the national road leading from Lianhua Mountain to the urban area."

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

"It can be found," Luo Wenzhou said. "It is impossible for a person to say no for no reason, there must be somewhere to hide, there is always a trace, even if it is not found for a while, there is always hope in the future, even if others forget I remember, you can rest assured. "

Guo Hengshi left the city bureau in another morning light, and Luo Wenzhou watched his back until he couldn't see it. He didn't know what would happen to Guo Heng in the future, but no matter whether he was 60, 70, or 80 years old, people would always have to return, they would have to return, and they would have to look forward.

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

Luo Wenzhou shuffled back to the office, half paralyzed on the chair, exhaled, 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 bureau, he should have left early.

Just as Luo Wenzhou fan was holding the cup of coffee staring intently, he suddenly stretched out a hand next to him, took the cup away, and then a dark woody cologne scented down the man's cuff. Luo Wenzhou took a subconscious breath, and his nose was a little dry.

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

Luo Wenzhou said subconsciously, "Are you full, will you stay at a hotel every day, and your hotel opened?"

"You can say the same thing," Fei Du answered naturally, "I hold 60%."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The bosses who deliberately ran to the working class were all bastards.

"Don'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 retrieve the lost brain by □□, “I want to tell you ...”

What is he going to say?

Luo Wenzhou stopped for a moment, and was surprised to find that his memory had a short fragment. How to turn it was blank, and a punctuation mark could not remember, and he experienced the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease in advance.

Fei Du's white shirt started to get a little dazzling, almost shaking out a ghost.

"let me tell you……"

Fei Du looked at his dream-like nonsense for a few sounds, then the whole person crooked in the direction of the back of the chair, and actually slept like this. He quickly held the coffee that Luo Wenzhou still had in his hands, and gently rescued the cup that almost fell to the ground, and gave Luo Wenzhou's hand a comfortable shape.

The man frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed, his eyelids were folded three times, and a layer of stubble appeared on his normally shaved chin. He was a little bit more decadent, and looked thinner . The shaft turned for 4: 8 hours, and even Tianxian was debilitating. Of course, his face would not look very good, but he was inexplicable. His usual smooth-smooth male brother dissipated, and something thicker and firmer followed the water.

Fei Du leaned sideways on his desk, stretched out **** to pinch Luo Wenzhou's chin, and gently took a closer look at it for a moment. Like a collector of antiques, he played with a precious Ru kiln porcelain. After a while, he Standing upright, sighing 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 originally felt that he could fall asleep when lying on the road, and he happened to run into this scene head-on. The yellow novel of the overbearing President series whistled past her with a whistle, and the policeman was stunned at the door and became a zombie.

The ill-intentioned "overbearing president" did not panic, turned his head and blinked at her, and smiled intriguingly, pointed to a large bag of food next to him, motioned for her to take, and then picked up the cup of coffee that Luo Wenzhou had only had Take a sip and drift away.

Tao Ran was a little bit pierced by the rising morning light, and was replaced by a colleague who came to support. He just shook off the dirt and got into a car. At this time, the phone vibrated and Chang Ningfa After taking a group photo, Chenchen leaned in her arms and pulled her sister's clothes tightly with her fingers, but still tried to smile at the camera very hard.

"The doctor said that Chenchen was all slightly injured and could be discharged. My aunt said that I would like to thank you very much. Can I invite you and my colleagues to come home for dinner another day?"

Tao Ran did not return the goddess message for the first time, he fell asleep holding his mobile phone.

Fei Du took a taxi to return to the company. Before he got to work, he signed a few documents that promised Assistant Miao, and then sat alone in the well-decorated office for a while.

This is Mr. Fei's office. There is a living room at the entrance, a wine cabinet hidden in the wall, and a large bookcase topped by the ceiling. The upper part is a solitary collection of various collections, sheepskin rolls, silk and even In the bamboo slips, everything is available, and the second half displays the famous watches collected by the old office owner.

The other side of the wall is an entire exhibition cabinet covered with a glass cover. It is hung with ancient weapons, and is centered with a waist knife. It is said that it was admired by the ancient emperors. The knife handle is graceful and luxurious. Over time, the blade is still bright. In the cold light of the display cabinet, I would like to break out of the cabinet and eat meat and blood.

In the middle of the sofa is a one-meter-four-meter-high display stand, circular, and the outer ring is a variety of coins that are no longer in circulation. Around a small booth in the middle, there is an international jewelry design competition for three consecutive years. The champion works-only three years, before the fourth year had time to put them on, the collector himself went to the sanitarium to lay a dead body.

Every guest who comes to his office for the first time will be shocked by this small museum-like living room. People have stayed here for a long time. Money, power, ambition, desire / desire are going out from every open pore. Drill.

The office and the living room are separated by a hallway that is only accessible by one person. The hallway has a clever bend to prevent the office light from coming in. There are small ventilation windows on both sides of the office and a huge one behind it. The floor-to-ceiling windows can clearly overlook more than half of Yancheng from here, and you can see the traffic flow slowly and the small pedestrians like ants.

Fei Du got up and took out a non-thick file folder from a locked file cabinet, which contained several contracts, financial statements and several important asset changes. It was a cooperation with the group called "Guangyao Fund" in the name of the group. When his father was in office, he had worked with this fund and made regular donations to a charity fund.

The agreed period of time has expired, the cooperation naturally terminated, and the other party did not intend to renew the contract.

And a project plan of “Marine Resources Leisure Resort in the Coastal Seas—Maldives in China” quietly lay at the bottom of the dozen documents. It was a project that Guangyao Fund had liked and had to invite them to inject capital. His father's board of directors refused on the grounds of "large capital occupancy and no mature profit model", and then left it alone.

"Binhai ..." Fei made a heavy stroke on the top with his pen cap.

Three Principles of Throwing Dead

First, the site of the corpse is absolutely safe. No one outside the control will come to dig the ground, and no one will find the secret underground.

Second, it can perfectly mix the dead body with the normal dead body, and even if it is found, it will not call the police.

Third, the police were unable to identify the deceased even if they called the police.

The third article applies to twenty years ago. With the development of various forensic forensic technologies, it is basically impossible to achieve it, so with Xu Wenchao's IQ, he must follow the first two.

Why did he choose Marina?

If thrown by the sea, the risk of corpses being caught will be very high. Farther away, there will be conditions for going to sea, and not every season, and some corpses can only be buried on land.

The birthplaces and experiences of the three generations of Xu Wenchao and the Su family show that they have no connection with Binhai City. For what reason did Xu Wenchao choose here? Is it just that freelance photographers accidentally find the scenery beautiful and inaccessible?

A week later, this extremely complicated, extraordinarily long and sensational case was finally settled with the cooperation of the police in the two places. The harpist who abducted Qu Tong was finally lured by various threats. Testified that one of the other four people in the photo, they have a strict membership system and must have an introducer. At first they were only allowed to ask the little girl Su Luozhan to have a meal. It cost a lot of money to maintain a long-term long-term relationship. To be allowed to become a "Premium Member".

"Members" identified each other, pulled out the radish and brought back a bunch of mud-including "old members" who had not withdrawn from the transaction already in the photo. There were actually some "successful people" who looked like dogs. When the police came to the door, they made a sensation.

Guo Fei's body is very similar to the idea provided by Fei Du. In a rural cemetery on the way from Lianhua Mountain to the national highway in the urban area, according to locals, when cremation was not carried out there, it was specifically used to bury him horizontally. There are many superstition legends in the body that died, and generally no one dared to approach. A villager drank too much and stumbled into it. I stumbled across one of the grave heads, which scared me crazy on the spot. Ghost story.

It's a pity that no one has ever verified it more out of taboo.

News, forensics, public prosecution, etc. All the subsequent work has been carried out in succession. When it came to an end, Luo Wenzhou was surprised that it was already mid-September.

On the first day, he resumed his step-to-work life. Before he could fly, he saw a trot parked at the door, a familiar **** standing next to it, and smiled at the traffic police post.