I am a super cop

Chapter 1946 No Successor
Everyone seems to have reached a consensus.

At least in the process of doing the elimination method, the content in the "Ghost King" comics that matches reality has been extracted.

Now what everyone has to do is very obvious, and that is to investigate the situation of the owner of the furniture factory in Hubei Province.

Especially the trace of his son who has been missing for many years. This is very important. At least we can investigate how the fire happened 15 years ago.
"Brother Xu." Seeing Xu Feng still bowed his head in thought, Gu Chen reminded him.

"Ah?" Xu Feng reacted a little slower, and raised his head to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Can you take us to the owner of the furniture factory in Hubei Province? We must investigate clearly about his son." Gu Chen said.

"This... I'll let Zhang Wenxia take you there, she knows a lot about this." Xu Feng glanced at Zhang Wenxia.

Zhang Wenxia also nodded silently: "That's right, no one here knows better than me. I met the boss from E Province in Wangchao Town last week. His surname seems to be Zhao."

"It shouldn't be too late." Gu Chen paused, and then said: "Right now, Wu Xiaofeng and the others are still investigating clues on the mountain, we should also find out the details of the owner of the furniture factory in E Province as soon as possible. Let's go now."

Also under Gu Chen's resolute order, Lu Weiwei, Police Officer Wang and Yuan Shasha immediately followed Zhang Wenxia to visit the boss of E Province.

The others continued to stay at the Wangchao Town Police Station, waiting for the next task.

The vehicle drove all the way, and soon headed towards the ruins of the previous sponge factory.

Zhang Wenxia, ​​who was sitting in the co-pilot, also began to introduce to everyone: "Boss Zhao from Hubei Province, his furniture factory is next to the ruins of the sponge factory."

"We asked that old lady to take us to that place before." While driving, Gu Chen was also familiar with the environment here, and said casually:
"Before we wandered around the ruins of the sponge factory, the old lady told us that the ruins of the sponge factory had been burnt to death, so many people were reluctant to repair the factory. They felt that this place was unlucky."

"So, the ruins of the sponge factory have been abandoned here since the fire 15 years ago."

"The surrounding area is almost surrounded by some furniture factories. It seems that a furniture industry chain has been formed here."

"Yes." Hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhang Wenxia also knew that Gu Chen still had some understanding of the situation here, so she said again:

"However, in recent years, the real estate industry has been sluggish, which has indirectly affected the furniture market."

"So, the business of the furniture factory in Wangchao Town is also going downhill, but these furniture bosses made money before, especially ten years ago, when the furniture business was the best."

"At that time, when I returned to Wangchao Town after get off work, I found that almost all the furniture here was dragged into the city by whole trucks."

"The warehouse in the furniture city in the city was emptied within a few days. At that time, seven out of ten trucks bound for Wangchao Town were pulling furniture."

"So much money? Then these bosses are making money like crazy?" Hearing what Zhang Wenxia said, Police Officer Wang couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Zhang Wenxia nodded silently: "Isn't it? But, the furniture manufacturers here used to be bosses from other places."

"Most of the locals work under them, and there are also some capable ones. After mastering the core resources of this industry, they also start to start anew."

"Anyway, I remember that there were no less than 30 large and small furniture factories in Wangchao Town back then."

"Many workers and bosses in the factory know each other. If you are unhappy with your job, you will go to another one. You really don't have to worry about finding a job."

"But looking at the present, there are more than 30 furniture factories, and there are less than 10 left that can survive until now. Many skilled workers have no jobs and have switched to other businesses."

"And these furniture factories, including the factory owned by the boss in E Province, are still the largest in Wangchao Town, but it seems that they are about to fail."

"Are you going to move out or quit?" Lu Weiwei asked curiously.

Zhang Wenxia thought for a few seconds, and then said: "It seems to be moving away? It seems to be quitting, anyway, I can't figure it out now, so I will go and have a look."

"Okay, then let's go over and have a look." Seeing that Zhang Wenxia didn't know much about these, Gu Chen didn't ask any more questions.

The vehicle soon came to the ruins of the previous sponge factory, and Zhang Wenxia pointed to the left side of the sponge factory and said, "See? Ouhuang Furniture Factory, this is the furniture factory owned by Boss Zhao."

"The furniture here is mainly made in European style. The advertisement is also about the furniture style of the European royal family. Anyway, the quality is pretty good. I have ordered sofas and other furniture in their factory."

"The gate seems to be open." Seeing that the gate was open, Gu Chen drove the car directly.

Although the factory buildings look a bit large, they are all old factories after all. From the guard room at the entrance, it can be seen that there used to be guards here in its glory days.

But now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

The vehicle drove to a parking shed, with several cars and pickup trucks parked on one side.

After Gu Chen and the others got off the car, Zhang Wenxia led Gu Chen and the others directly towards the office area.

Walking up a few steps, we came to the lobby of an office building.

This is the facade of Ouhuang Furniture Factory and also the display area.

There is a large exhibition hall inside, displaying some finished products of Ouhuang Furniture.

A middle-aged woman saw several policemen walking in, and then she stood up slowly, stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you here to buy furniture?"

"No, I'm looking for Mr. Zhao, is he there?" Zhang Wenxia asked.

"Yes, I just came back from outside, and I'm in the office on the second floor." The middle-aged woman said.

"Can you take us to see him?" Gu Chen said.

"Okay, please come with me." I also saw these policemen rushing over, maybe I have something urgent to find the boss.

Therefore, the middle-aged woman didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly led a few people to the second floor.

When they came to the door of the general manager's office, the middle-aged woman knocked on the door three times politely, and then said through the door: "Mr. Zhao, some comrades from the police are looking for you."

"Let them in." An old man replied from inside the house.

"Okay." Hearing the boss' words, the middle-aged woman pushed the door open and led Gu Chen and the others inside.

At this time, everyone realized that a white-haired old man was sitting on a delicate sofa with a cigarette in his hand, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The middle-aged woman also brought Gu Chen and the others to the white-haired old man, and then introduced to everyone: "This is our boss, Mr. Zhao."

"Hello Mr. Zhao, I'm Gu Chen, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Furong Branch." Gu Chen also announced his family name and offered to extend his hand.

Upon seeing this, Boss Zhao also put the cigarette in his hand on the ashtray, then stood up and shook hands with Gu Chen: "Zhao Changlin."

"I'm Lu Weiwei."

"Yuan Shasha."

"Zhang Wenxia."

"Just call me Lao Wang."

Everyone also declared their families in an instant, shook hands with Zhao Changlin and introduced them.

Zhao Changlin waved his hand, motioning for everyone to sit down and talk about things.

The middle-aged woman skillfully came to the bookcase, took out a can of tea, and made tea for everyone.

When the tea was placed in front of everyone, the middle-aged woman bowed politely before leaving the office and closing the door behind her.

In the office, it was suddenly very quiet.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the atmosphere seemed a little awkward, so Zhang Wenxia quickly smiled and said, "Boss Zhao, we met last week."

"Officer Zhang, I have often seen you in Wangchao Town, but I rarely meet these few." Zhao Changlin also opened up the conversation and began to chat with everyone.

After taking a sip of tea, Zhao Changlin asked:
"By the way, I don't know if Captain Gu is here this time, what's the point of looking for me, Mr. Zhao?"

"That's right." Seeing that Zhao Changlin is now gray-haired, it is obvious that he has been mentally devastated by the loss of his son in the past 15 years.

So Gu Chen asked in a gentle tone: "I heard that your son disappeared 15 years ago. Is there such a thing?"

It was also unexpected that Gu Chen's first question was this. Zhao Changlin was drinking tea, but he suddenly froze on the spot.

It was also after a few seconds of slowing down that he smiled and put down the water glass, and asked Gu Chen: "Gu Dui, this happened 15 years ago, why did you suddenly ask this?"

"Because of a case under investigation." Gu Chen said.

"Really? But what does the case have to do with my missing son?" Zhao Changlin was still puzzled.

Gu Chen didn't play tricks with him, and said straightforwardly: "Boss Zhao, you just need to answer my question. Did your son disappear 15 years ago?"

"Yes." Seeing that Gu Chen only asked the core question, Zhao Changlin nodded in agreement, raised his head and thought, and said, "Accounting the days, my son has been missing for 15 years."

"In the past 15 years, I have often dreamed about him. I just blamed my bad temper. If he can come back to me, I will promise him anything."

Having said this, Zhao Changlin also sighed heavily.

After all, Zhang Wenxia did a good job in mass work, and she also knew the secret of Zhao Changlin's son's disappearance, so she confirmed with Zhao Changlin and said:

"I heard that your son had a serious disagreement with you because of some hobbies, so he left and never heard from him again, is that true?"

"Yes." Seeing that Zhang Wenxia knew something, Zhao Changlin didn't hide it, nodded and admitted:

"Back then, my son, following some social youths, rode expensive motorcycles all day long, ostentatiously in the city."

"At that time, my son only knew how to play, and didn't care about anything in this furniture factory."

"Originally, I wanted to retire early and hand over all the resources of the furniture factory and those customers to my son, but he is just a guy who has no education or skills."

Speaking of this, it seems that it also brought back Zhao Changlin's sad past, so Zhao Changlin also hammered his chest, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Lu Weiwei hurriedly asked him, "Boss Zhao, are you okay?"

"All right?" Waving his hand, Zhao Changlin found a box of capsules from under the coffee table, stuffed it into his mouth, went to the water dispenser, got himself a glass of water to drink, and then slowly walked back to the crowd.

"Boss Zhao is not in good health?" Officer Wang asked.

"It's an old problem." Zhao Changlin didn't seem to care at all, and said lightly:
"That bastard son of mine back then didn't make me less angry. At that time, my body was not as good as it is now."

"But, since he ran away from home after the quarrel with my son, for 15 years, no one has bothered me, but I have also become extremely lonely."

"Your son ran away from home because of a quarrel with you?" Yuan Shasha asked him curiously.

Zhao Changlin nodded silently: "Yes."

"Then have you ever gone to see him?" Yuan Shasha asked again.

"Of course I looked for it." Zhao Changlin lay on the sofa and said with a sigh:
"Back then, I thought he was just angry for a while, so he acted like me."

"After all, my son, I know him too well, and I like to play with me about running away from home since I was a child."

"So, at the beginning, I didn't pay much attention to it."

"But later I found out that he didn't contact me for more than a week. This is different from the past when he ran away from home for three or four days, at most four or five days. He called me to ask for money. That time it lasted for more than a week. I remember it seemed like 10 days, and I didn't contact me."

"I thought to myself, hey, this bastard is promising? He didn't go home for 10 days in a row, and he didn't call me to ask for money. It seems that some wronged friend took him in."

"But when I think about it later, I always feel that something is wrong. This is not my son's style."

"Besides, that quarrel was not as intense as before. My son can't just walk away and not contact me for 10 consecutive days."

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin was quite helpless, shaking his head and said, "Later, I felt something was wrong, so I went to call the police."

"But the police have been unable to find my son because they lack many key clues. The key point is that my son did not use his ID card, nor did he appear in the surveillance footage on the street."

After a pause, Zhao Changlin looked at Gu Chen and the others, and then said: "At that time, your police suspected that my son might have left in a friend's car, but where exactly did he go? I really can't find it."

"Just like that, for 15 years, I have waited for 15 years and there is no sign of my son. I..."

At the end of speaking, Zhao Changlin couldn't help covering his chest, and his expression became painful.

"Mr. Zhao, are you... are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Seeing this, Zhang Wenxia hurried to Zhao Changlin and asked about the specific situation.

But Zhao Changlin still waved his hands and said indifferently, "I'm sick, and I've seen a doctor. The doctor told me not to get excited."

"As long as I get excited, there may be a cramping pain in my chest."

"Then don't get excited, let's talk slowly, don't rush, and don't be too sad." Also seeing Zhao Changlin, it seems that he can't be stimulated, so Lu Weiwei also said in relief.

Zhao Changlin nodded silently, and said with a sigh, "It's useless. Anyway, I, an old man, won't live long. It's just that no one will take over this foundation under my hand. It's bad!"

At the end of speaking, Zhao Changlin suddenly became emotional.

Seeing this, Gu Chen also curiously asked him: "Does Boss Zhao have no other heirs?"

"No." Zhao Changlin shook his head: "I'm just such a son. It's because when I started my business, I was too relaxed in discipline, which made my son become uneducated and incompetent."

"However, after my son disappeared, I was also worried. There is no one to inherit this factory, so I have been silently cultivating a young guy in the factory."

"This guy is smart, hardworking and capable, and he has a rough background. He grew up in a welfare home since he was a child."

"So, I intend to train him, and he treats me very well. Therefore, I adopt him as a foster son, and use all the debt I owed my own son to him."

"He is also married and has children now, and I also have a god-grandson, so he can be regarded as a successor?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Changlin's face was full of relief, it seemed that when God closed the door for you, he also left a window for you.

Lu Weiwei nodded silently when she heard the words: "That's good, at least you still have a godson, but the case we came to investigate this time may make your blood swell, but I still hope you are prepared. "

In fact, Lu Weiwei didn't want to give such an early warning, but after all, the case needs to be investigated. As for the person who was burnt to death in the warehouse of the sponge factory next door 15 years ago, was it a wandering artist from out of town?Or Zhao Changlin's son?

This topic will have to be discussed with Zhao Changlin sooner or later, so Lu Weiwei is still a little worried about Zhao Changlin's body.

Zhao Changlin heard Lu Weiwei's speech and glanced at the others.

Only then did I feel that the police came this time, as if they wanted something.

And it is closely related to his missing son, so Zhao Changlin also took a deep breath, forced a smile and said:
"It's okay for you to say, as I said, I'm an old bone, why haven't I seen a big storm? I can still bear the pressure."

Hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Gu Chen looked at each other in dismay, and after making eye contact, he looked at Zhao Changlin and said:
"Boss Zhao, according to a case we are currently investigating, we suspect that the fire in the warehouse of the sponge factory next door to you may have been intentionally set on fire."

"Yes, I also think that someone set the fire on purpose, and many people think so too." Hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhao Changlin seemed to feel that it was no surprise.

After all, the fire happened next door to the factory, and Zhao Changlin was almost frightened at that time.

Moreover, when the fire happened that year, Wangchao Town had everything to say, including of course that the fire was deliberately set on fire.

"Boss Zhao, do you still remember that a person was burned to death in the warehouse of the sponge factory, do you remember who it was?" Gu Chen also saw that Zhao Changlin seemed to be able to resist pressure, so he asked gradually he.

"Who was the person burned to death?" After looking up and thinking for a few seconds, Zhao Changlin also said thoughtfully: "I heard that it was a wandering artist who played the erhu, and I am still from my hometown."

"Then if I say that the poor man who was burned to death back then may not be the wandering entertainer, but your son, what do you think?" When Gu Chen said this, he tried to keep his tone down.

I was afraid that my voice would be too loud and Zhao Changlin would die on the spot.

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