MTL - Silent Reading-Chapter 12 Julian Eleven

Luo Wenzhou stared at her eyes: "Last name Feng, is the full name" Feng Nian "or" Feng Nian brother "?"

"I don't know ... it sounds like this. He has an accent. I don't know which word it is, or the last word in the name or the name." Zhang Ting Liushen said innocently. "It wasn't early at that time. He suddenly jumped out, smiling very charmingly, and said something inexplicable. It was a bit like a neurosis. I did n’t have a companion around me and I was a little scared. I kept saying 'I don't know' and wanted to get away from him ... '

Luo Wenzhou asked, "When is this happening?"

"A while ago," said Zhang Ting, "a while ago, a mentally abnormal Lu / Yin / Hex has been around our company. Many people have said that they have seen it. The boss did not dare to let us work overtime, but I happened to finish something that day. I left it for a while. There were very few people downstairs. I was a little scared ... otherwise my brother wouldn't let me pick me up. "

Fei Du remembered the delivery man he met in the coffee shop, and suddenly he was a little puzzled, so he couldn't help but interject: "Then, does that person entangle you?"

Zhang Ting nodded: "I saw my brother coming and wanted to get around him and cross the road, but he didn't know why he followed. I was a little panicked, so I took a few steps nervously and said loudly The sentence, "Who are you, I don't know you", my brother and they heard it. They might think he was a hooligan, and they started. "

Luo Wenzhou: "He Zhongyi-Did this man fight back in the photo?"

"No," Zhang Ting's eyes dropped, as if she couldn't bear it. "He just hid his head, and I found out that he looked quite small, maybe I was too sensitive, so I quickly hurled my brother. Pulled. "

Fei Du raised his eyes gently, "Your brother ... they? Who else?"

Zhang Ting said, "It was my boyfriend who drove. My brother drank too much that day."

Fei duo said "Oh", and then his face was just the same as the true loss: "Why a good girl has a boyfriend, who started it so fast?"

At this time, he actually made this kind of out of control, Luo Wenzhou frowned, but did not let him shut up.

Zhang Ting was a little blushed by his ambiguous sentence: "It's Rongshun Zhao Haochang, don't you know him?"

"Mr. Zhao from Rongshun Law Firm?" Fei Duzhuang accidentally glanced over Luo Wenzhou, "No wonder the lawyer came this time."

Luo Wenzhou asked again: "After that, have you ever seen this He Zhongyi?"

Zhang Ting shook her head and looked at Luo Wenzhou with a few words: "Luo team, my brother can't kill anyone."

Luo Wenzhou looked slowly, and said to Zhang Ting, "If your brother is really fine, we will not wrong him. Even if we are unreasonable and want to pick an individual for wrong, then we can't pick up the relatives of the old director? Don't worry, since your brother can't kill someone, he can be fine with me. "

Zhang Ting heard it, but it was useless—because Zhang Dong came to the bear toy, it was really not a fuel-saving lamp. She said "impossible" on her mouth, and she didn't really have the bottom.

"Go in with them for a transcript." Luo Wenzhou said, "I let Lang Qiao come, you can tell her the truth, it's fine."

His voice faded, Fei Du had already lifted his feet and walked in front of Zhang Ting, coaxing a child to beckon her, and said softly, "I'm not afraid, I'll stay with you."

He cares for the virtues of others' sisters before and after the saddle, as if he is the "brother-in-law". Luo Wenzhou is not used to this decadent life of the bourgeoisie, who is idle with girls. He wants to sneer, but also afraid to stimulate Zhang Ting again. Give up.

Fei Du accompanied Zhang Ting into the city bureau. While taking notes, he sat outside holding a paper cup and waiting.

A few moments later, Luo Wenzhou slipped over and sat next to him: "You, people, are at odds with each other, and we are always looking for a lawyer, which makes us very passive."

"The lawyer was not what I proposed," said Fei Du, just as Luo Wenzhou was surprised that he actually justified a sentence, and he quickly added a sentence that was not so human, "If Zhang Donglai really killed someone, I don't think he needs to find such a useless lawyer, I will give you another killer. "

When Fei Du and Tao Ran talked, he was always healthy and law-abiding, and when he talked to him, the **** was always gloomy and lawless. Anyway, he didn't seem to be true, and he didn't know when he spoke and when he was honest.

"I believe money is everything," Luo Wenzhou looked cold, but his voice was lazy. He said with a joke and a serious attitude, "you comrade is very dangerous."

"Not everything, it's just because you don't have enough money," Fei Du's expression remained unchanged, and his voice turned, "What about Tao Ran?"

"Finally, we always show us the way," Luo Wenzhou said. "The way to show the way is open to question and cannot be used as a testimony. I have to send him out to find useful evidence. Otherwise, the lawyers you brought will force you. We let people go, do we let them go? "

His words were unknown, as if they were talking to a secret sign. If there were ears in the partition wall, he would probably have to hear the mist in the clouds, but Fei Du knew that he was talking about the cigarette butt-although the cigarette **** was picked up by him in time, it was the origin For unknown things, even if Luo Wenzhou was willing to trust him, the collegiate bench would not. The police had to follow this clue to find other traces.

"Even if I'm not stingy, you won't have time to get it back. At that time, it's impossible to determine whether that person is dead or not," Fei Du shrugged, "I have been told to me, 'Everything that happens in the world will leave traces.' , But if you can get it, it depends on the luck of both sides. How are you doing this time? "

Luo Wenzhou froze suddenly, the temptations, jokes and vague **** on his face disappeared immediately. For a moment, the corners of his mouth were even tight.

Luo Wenzhou subconsciously touched the cigarette in his pocket, remembered something, and put it back again.

The two people suddenly fell silent, no one looked at anyone, but a stranger who was sitting side by side at a distance of about one meter and did not know each other.

"The doors and windows were locked, and no trace of forcible intrusion was found in all the rooms. At that time, the most advanced security system was completely untouched." Luo Wenzhou said suddenly, his voice was very low, but his speed was very fast, as if these The words have been recited many times, and a punctuation mark can be spoken out like a smooth mouth.

"She changed her makeup, changed her clothes, and even put on music. There was a sense of ritual at the scene. There was a good testament on the desk nearby. It was identified that the handwriting really belonged to the deceased. The person who wrote the letter She has a clear tendency to depression, which is also consistent with the antidepressant medication she takes daily. The deceased is an adult herself, and she has no major injuries and illnesses that cause her body to be involuntary. There are no drugs in the body that are sufficient to cause coma. There was also no resistance injury-this is all the evidence we collected at the time, you are the reporter and you came to the scene earlier than us. Unless you want to tell me what evidence you concealed at the time, this is no doubt suicide."

Fei Du said nothing, his sitting posture seemed very relaxed-his legs were folded, his upper body leaned forward slightly, one hand rested on his knee, and the other was holding a paper cup that was no longer hot, The slender fingers were tapping on the mouth of the cup at a certain rhythm, as if the air was filled with a piece of music inaudible to others.

"I said to you at the time, 'Everything that happens in the world will leave traces. As long as it is true and there are no traces to support your thoughts, no matter how you believe it, it is also a horn in the imagination.' Some kind of intuition, but we can't rely on intuition to do things. My instinct also tells me that I can win five million every day. "Luo Wenzhou's eyes stopped on Fei Du's fingers, and then he used almost cold Objective tone said, "And you know, there has always been a theory abroad that if a person wants to commit suicide, she may suddenly confess to her loved ones in some way-her confession, you heard it at the time."

Fei Du's fingers froze in the air.

Luo Wenzhou stretched his arm, took out the paper cup from his hand, and set it aside: "If you want to talk to me about the case, I still insist on my judgment-but no matter who it is, it doesn't matter, it's dead. In seven years, the conclusion of the coffin was over, and the relevant evidence has been annihilated. If I say something bad, she has re-born and has already gone to elementary school. The living person can remember it. It is an emotional sustenance.

Fei Du remained in the original sitting position, motionless, as if he had become a statue.

At this time, Zhang Ting and the lawyer came out side by side, Fei Du's gaze moved slightly, and a ray of vitality erupted in place.

"I don't accept your conclusion, Officer Luo." Fei Du opened his mouth.

After hearing this sentence, Luo Wenzhou was not surprised, but just shrugged.

Fei Du had a full jacket, stood up to meet Zhang Ting and looked down at Luo Wenzhou. There was no smile on his face, and his eyes were even gloomy: "But your advice may not be unreasonable."

Luo Wenzhou was taken aback, but Fei Du re-buttoned his handsome mask after saying this, and accompanied Zhang Ting to leave without any communication with him.

Fei Du just opened the door for Zhang Ting and saw a bus with a police license parked at the gate of the city bureau. The driver got off the bus first, pointed to the city bureau, said something, and then, a thin middle-aged woman The ground got out of the car, and she opened her mouth with a look of fear and confusion.

She pressed her fingers tightly against the door, and her trousers draped down her two slender legs like twine, shaking gently.

The driver of the car returned with his hand to the door, half-supported and half-pushing, and led the woman to the Yancheng Bureau.

The woman took the hand of the person next to her like a straw of life, and took a few steps stupidly, suddenly squatting slowly, making a sobbing breathless breath, and then stopped for a moment, crying hysterically stand up. People passing by all stopped, and some even took out their phones.

Fei Du's brow frowned slightly, and he heard the lawyer talking to Zhang Tingchi endlessly: "their so-called 'major suspicions' have no evidence to support them, Ms. Zhang, rest assured, I will stay here and stare, waiting until the time, They have to let go! "

"He Zhongyi's mother suffers from uremia and has been dialyzed all year round. He has only one financial source in his family," Lang Qiao said quickly beside Luo Wenzhou. The woman's cry echoed penetratingly in the city bureau. Lang Qiao had some Yu Xin frowned, "Can she cry so much? Can't she be sick? Don't do anything again."

Luo Wenzhou had no time to answer.

The police from another criminal investigation brigade trot over: "Boss, the Huashi District Bureau made a report. The culprit was suspected of tossing a corpse, the crime scene was ominous, and the administrative authority of the branch was responsible for transferring the '520' case to us. "

"Boss, Yancheng Media Online's phone, I want to know if the news that we have caught the suspect is true."

"Squad Luo, the lawyer brought by Zhang Ting, has been questioning our arrest procedures. We have insufficient evidence to detain Zhang Dong. Do we have to let them go?"

"Luotou ..."

Luo Wenzhou reached down and pressed down, pressing everyone's tongue and tongue.

He answered the phone in the faint cry of He Zhongyi's mother: "Tao Ran, said."

"Wen Zhou, I got surveillance on Route 34."