MTL - Silent Reading-Chapter 180 Reading aloud (final)

The gray-haired man was wearing a pale-washed jacket that looked a little restless and cramped. When a volunteer came over, he immediately stood up and talked to others like a schoolboy who had done something wrong. (((Catino Novel Network www.novelbuddy.com )))

The volunteer is just a young man in his early twenties, who may still be a student at school. He said quickly, "Uncle Guo Heng, relax, don't be so polite, drink water?"

Guo Heng smiled cautiously at her: "No, thank you, is it time for me to speak?"

"My classmate is debugging the microphone. Come to you right away and let me tell you."

"Oh, okay ..." Guo Heng pulled down the corner of his clothes, as if he felt his left and right shoulders were asymmetric, and moved hard. He showed a little sweat in his forehead and called the volunteer incoherently. They all know I'm coming, right? And who I am, have you told them? "

"All notifications have been received," said the volunteer. "We did not expect that there would be so many people. I just heard that it seems that there will be people from the city bureau. I don't know if they will arrive ..."

She was talking about it, and another volunteer waved at her from a distance: "The microphone is ready."

Guo Heng froze and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. Hearing the host called his name, he walked up with the same hands and feet. He took the microphone and glanced at his audience-this is a staircase classroom at Yancheng University. The students have not yet started school, and they rent it temporarily.

There are more than 20 people sitting underneath, the youngest being 35 or 66 years old, and the rest are basically middle-aged and elderly people. The age may not be as old as it seems, but it is too devastating. Guo Heng pursed his lips, glanced across the first row, and saw a somewhat familiar woman—she seemed to be the mother of the murdered girl Qu Tong last year. Guo Heng had seen her in the newspaper.

Everyone sitting below once had a lively and clever little girl, but the little girl stayed on the cardamom forever, and drifted away from her old parents.

"I ..." Guo Heng accidentally pointed the microphone at the loudspeaker, and a loud squeak sounded in the speaker, which penetrated through his ears. The audience was silent and no one protested. The screams cleared, Guo Heng cleared his throat, bowed deeply to everyone below, and bent over ninety degrees.

"My name is Guo Heng," he said, holding up an old photo. "This is my daughter Guo Fei. Our family lived in Lianhua Mountain more than twenty years ago ..."

Luo Wenzhou walked in silently through the back door, sitting in the last row, and the man on the stage told his daughter when he was a child, and apologized in tears-for the moment he struck Wu Guangchuan on impulse, causing the real murderer to get away. for many years.

An hour later, after the exchange meeting, Guo Heng walked down the podium with eyes full of jealousy, and Qu Tong's mother hesitated, and handed him a packet of paper towels.

Guo Heng was speechless and had to take it with both hands.

At this time, someone passed by him slowly, and reached out and patted Guo Heng's arm.

Guo Heng said: "Luo team?"

"I came here on behalf of the Municipal Bureau to tell you something," Luo Wenzhou wore a uniform, and some of his usual temperament was also suppressed by Ban Zheng's uniform. "At the end of last year, we arrested the chairman of Chunlai Group, Zhang Chunling. He and his brothers and fellow members of the party have now explained their financial support and involvement in the abduction and murder of girls by Su Hui, Su Xiaolan, and Su Luozhan. According to the criminal gang's account, we have found two more The place where the corpse was buried should be conclusive evidence this time. Before ... the children who could not be found before, or could not find all the children have fallen. When the forensic doctor has finished counting, you can take them home ... . "

His voice faded, and someone was sobbing.

Luo Wenzhou sighed, silently apologized to the crowd, left the echoed ladder classroom, and rushed to the next place-he bought something and went to the policeman Kong Weichen's house at Nanwan Police Station.

On the day of the arrest of Yin Ping, Kong Weichen had called Zhang Chunjiu in advance. Not only did the honor of the "martyr" disappear, but he continued to carry the suspicion. At this point, as the suspects on both sides returned, the confusing death case was finally made clear World.

Lu Guosheng was arrested, Gu Zhao's case was caught off guard, Zhang Chunjiu's nails inside the city bureau were basically exposed, and he himself has lost the source, but he has been in the city bureau for many years, knowing all the working habits of the criminal investigation team, When investigating Gu Zhao's old case, the police must go to find a few key witnesses of the year. The witnesses have naturally been cleaned up and the world has evaporated. The police can only visit relatives and friends. Yin Ping has long been watching him, but At first, even Zhang Chunjiu didn't expect this unbelievable boiler worker to be so brave, and he dared to stand up for Li Daitao.

"On the day of the incident, after our colleagues left Yin Ping ’s house, one of the two pickup trucks was studded with a police car. They were found halfway and returned, and the old cinder fled. The suspect realized that he was wrong and would rather kill him by mistake. "Let's not let go of it ..." Luo Wenzhou said to Kong Weichen's family in a gentle tone. "It was our negligence at work, and it had nothing to do with Xiao Kong's phone call-the suspect admitted that if he knew Yin Ping had The problem was that Xiao Kong wouldn't answer the phone at all, so there was no doubt. "

Kong Weichen's family was poor. Even after work, it was difficult to get rich with the small salary of the police in the police station. His home was still tattered, the sofa collapsed, and it was difficult to treat guests. Only Luo Wenzhou was aggrieved. Legs are sitting on a small bench.

"Kong Weichen is innocent," he said. "You can rest assured, comment on the martyr, I ... and the colleagues rescued by Xiao Kong, we will do our best-you will be sad."

Leaving from Kong Weichen's home, Luo Wenzhou went to Feng Bin's home and the art teacher Yu Bin's student's house ... Feeling like a mourner, he persuaded everyone to grieve, and finally came to Yang Xin.

After Yang Xin was arrested, Tao Ran had been in contact with her. Luo Wenzhou had never seen her-she had nothing to say to her.

At this time across a table and a pair of handcuffs, each other felt strange to each other. Yang Xin bowed her head, and her newly cut hair was not behind her ears. She turned her hair against Luo Wenzhou and did not dare to look at him. She whispered, "I told Brother Tao Ran."

"I'm not here to judge you." Luo Wenzhou said, "I came here today to tell you the truth about your father's sacrifice-Yang Xin, you raise your head and listen carefully."

Yang Xin lifted his head a little cringe.

"Three years ago, Lao Yang received an anonymous letter from Fan Siyuan and began investigating Gu Zhao's old case. Their contact method was anonymous radio. Lao Yang mistakenly wrote Zhang Chunjiu and was designed to die in that underground passage. These things, I want to Fan Si Yuan should have told you. "

Yang Xin nodded.

"Have he not told you yet?" Luo Wenzhou said expressionlessly, "Three years later, under the direction of your mother, Fan Siyuan went to see Pan Yunteng and wanted him to report the suspect of drug trafficking by Wang Hongliang of the Huashi District Bureau. Ji La Zhang Chunji stepped down, he went in person at the time. Don't you think it's strange, why did he hide when he contacted your father, and went to see Pan Yunteng so generously? "

Yang Xin looked blank.

"Fan Siyuan must have told you that he has no evidence that Zhang Chunjiu is an inner ghost, so you have to force them step by step to show the fox tail-so have you ever wondered, since he has no evidence, why did he decide that Zhang Chunjiu was the one? Inner ghost? If he is so troublesome, will he not be afraid to suspect the wrong person, but will he be defeated in the end? If he really suspects Zhang Chunjiu, why has he never disclosed it to your father, so that he was easily tricked into trusting by Zhang Chunjiu and died by fate? Also, don't you think that, compared with his calculations step by step in three years and finally letting Chunlai Group fall apart, sending an anonymous material to an old policeman three years ago is too rough and not in the style of his strategy. ?"

Yang Xin opened his mouth: "Brother Luo ..."

Luo Wenzhou bent his corners and said, "Zhang Chunjiu was very confused when he was arrested. Why he was so suspicious that he restarted the album plan, and Fan Siyuan still identified him like Wang Ba eating scales --- —Let me tell you the answer. "

Yang Xin seemed to realize something, eyes widened in amazement, and the whole person shook, shaking his head subconsciously.

"It was very simple. Fan Siyuan checked out that he was seriously ill and had to speed up. His skeptics mainly focused on two people. One was Lao Yang, who had the most partners with Gu Zhao at that time, and the other was because of this. Zhang Chunjiu. He first sent the anonymous material 'Fishing' to Lao Yang. After several contacts, Lao Yang's suspicion was basically eliminated, so he focused on Zhang Chunjiu. "

"Why did Lao Yang trust Zhang Chunjiu so easily?" Luo Wenzhou stared at Yang Xin. "I tell you, not because Zhang Chunjiu is clever, nor because your father hastily trusted-it is Fan Siyuan who has been suggesting that Zhang Chunjiu is credible."

Yang Xin: "No ..."

"Your teacher Fan, using your dad as a pathfinder, deliberately exposed Fei Chengyu to him by Zhang Chunjiu, and by the hands of the Zhang brothers, Fei Chengyu was removed, and Fei Chengyu's forces were compiled and hidden behind the scenes. ——The Zhang family brothers thought that they found Fan Siyuan's virus, but the virus was intentionally exposed and locked their identities. "

The handcuffs were rattled by Yang Xin: "No! No! Impossible!"

Luo Wenzhou said coldly, "If you don't believe it, this is the truth."

This was the last victim's family he visited all day, and the one he didn't want to see. Yang Xin burst into tears, Luo Wenzhou didn't want to see her anymore, and stood up and walked to the door.

"Brother Luo!" Yang Xin called him helplessly.

Luo Wenzhou's footsteps paused, but she didn't look back, just gave her a disappointed back.

The weather is getting warmer that day, and the wind brings a little hidden moisture, which indicates that the warm wind from the southeast is about to reach the north of Yancheng.

It was late evening when Luo Wenzhou returned home, carrying a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts and a pile of blood-supplying ingredients to open the door, and found that the guard cat who was usually at the door was gone.

Luo Wenzhou stretched out his feet and came to the door, and whistled into the room: "Baby?"

There was no response to the call, Luo Wenzhou's cold sweat came out "teng", this is the problem that he fell after he took Fei Du from Binhai all the way, he could not see anyone for a while, his heart rate could soar to one hundred and eight, Tao Ran He said he was also a mild "ptsd".

He threw something in his hands and rushed into the bedroom without changing his shoes—the living room, study, bedroom ... there were no balconies, and his indescribable fear gripped his chest.

Luo Wenzhou: "Fei Du!"

This voice broke, and even the neighbors were able to startle, and suddenly in the basement it sounded like something had fallen.

Luo Wenzhou turned his head and rushed down.

The light in the basement was on, and Fei Du's injured ankle could not be stung. He was holding a cane and poking back at Luo Wenzhou ... he was facing a fat cat.

Really seeing people, Luo Wenzhou took a sigh of relief, his legs were soft, and he hurriedly helped down the wall.

Fei Du was startled by his hastily footsteps: "When did you come back, I didn't hear you."

Luo Wenzhou settled down, walked without a word, grabbed him, Fei Du somehow pressed him against his chest, the whole person almost folded back, it is difficult for the golden chicken to stand on its own, so he had to reach out and hold Luo Wenzhou On the back, he inadvertently rushed to a rapid heartbeat, and he stunned: "You ..."

Luo Wenzhou raised his hand and slapped him on the ass, saying vaguely, "Auntie, are you deaf?"

He was unwilling to show his uneasiness in the presence of Fei Du. If nothing happened, he raised his face on the floor, tossed Fei Du's crutches aside, and hugged him: "Who told you to go down the stairs, what are you doing downstairs? "

Fei Du: "Find a cat, it's angry."

Only then did Lu Wenzhou notice that Comrade Luo Yiguo was standing on the top of the locker in the storeroom, staring cynically at them both, as if ... something was missing.

Luo Wenzhou was shocked by Luo Yiguo's new look: "Who shaved the cat's hair?"

Fei Du: "Your mother."

"Who's it for?" Luo Wenzhou glared at him with a little disappointment. "I took your red envelope for the New Year?"

Fei Du paused for a moment.

Luo Wenzhou was joking casually. He hesitated when he saw him, and suddenly came back to his heart, and his heart hurt—the "parents" that ordinary people can blurt out are a hurdle for Feidu.

May take a long time, so long a lifetime.

Luo Wenzhou knew that he had said something wrong and had to forcefully skip this topic: "On a cold day, shave the cat, why is this **** Mu Xiaoqing so owed ..."

Fei Du suddenly said, "Mom said that this can help it face the reality, so that it always feels that it is just a long hair and a fat ..."

In the back, Luo Wenzhou failed to hear his ears. He stepped on the last step in the basement and stopped turning to Fedu like-

Fei Du seemed to avoid his burning sight casually: "I seem to smell the fried chestnuts."

"Every day is a new day. Of course, luck is good, but I would like to make no difference. In this way, when luck comes, you will be prepared."-"The Old Man and the Sea" by Hemingway.

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