Silent Reading

Wang Xiujuan, female, Han nationality, 48 years old, educated in elementary school, is the mother of He Zhongyi, the victim of the "May 20" case.

Her husband died in an accident ten years ago, and she was seriously ill and had almost no labor ability. She usually lived on a small amount of hand-made baskets and a tiny rent of two acres of arable land. She had traveled the longest before Yancheng. Everywhere is the provincial hospital.

For the first time in my life, I came to Yancheng.

Apart from that, there is nothing particularly worth mentioning about her.

As for whether there is joy, anger and sorrow, whether there is any expectation and longing in the lackluster life, it cannot be tested.

"Continue to investigate suspicious vehicles passing near the city bureau-can the mobile phone be determined?"

"Squad Luo, her cell phone is in a trash bin not far from the city bureau door."

Luo Wenzhou lifted the walkie-talkie, opened his mouth and let it go again, speechless-also, she was a big Yancheng. For her, in addition to the mysterious figure who abducted her, she would also call her for fraud and sales. Number.

He added some throttle with a bit of irritability: "Because of what? The killer's motivation? Will there be so many tricks to kill an individual temporarily? Seriously, I'm a bit skeptical of your reasoning now-and if the killer is this Zhao Haochang, why did he toss the corpse in the Western Region? Wouldn't it be better to throw the corpse directly at the entrance of Chengguang Mansion if he wanted to get rid of Zhang Dong? "

The person next to him didn't answer. Luo Wenzhou and Yu Guang swept away and found that Fei Du was fascinated. He stared at the road through the front gear without blinking. Except that he had been tapping his knee's finger with 4/4, he didn't move for a long time. Already.

Luo Wenzhou politely reached out and pulled him: "Hey, talk to you!"

Fei Du: "..."

Mr. Fei has grown so large that no one has ever dared to touch his Jingui's head-just touch it, it's still the kind of "slap a slap".

For a moment, he seemed a little ignorant of how to react, turning his head to stare at this bold human being, his eyes a little human.

Luo Yiguo stared at him every day to plot to murder him, so Luo Wenzhou did not care about this "ray", and still asked himself: "Is it possible that the corpse was thrown in the Western District and the murderer who killed He Zhongyi was not a person at all? ? "

Fei Du's eyebrow moved slightly, just when Luo Wenzhou thought he was caught in a new round of walking, he opened his mouth with regret: "Yes."

Luo Wenzhou: "Which is more likely?"

"It depends if there is any other clue," Fei Du's upside-down biological clock seemed to be on track-finally a bit sleepy, he lowered his head and squeezed his nose firmly, "Just as far as I know , Both possibilities make sense. "

"If the corpse killer and the killer are not alone, there are too many possibilities," Luo Wenzhou said. "Then let's not discuss this first. If the corpse killer is the killer, what is the logic of the Western District?"

Fei Du opened his eyes, and the double-folded eyelids, which were originally of moderate size, were ruffled two layers thick and pressed heavily on the eye sockets.

He thought about it and said calmly: "It has been inferred before that the murderer and He Zhongyi should know each other. When you deal with a case, the police usually investigate the victim's social relationship as soon as possible, so he is likely to be at risk. In particular, some things that he carefully covered may be excavated in the process-why are the corpses thrown in the Western District? You can think about it the other way round. If you find that the corpses are not those selfie mad, then ... it may not be Was found. "

He may be like Chen Yuan, even if the body is exposed to the public, it will not be left in the end.

Fei Dudun paused and said, "And in case of an accident, the first 'firewall' failed and the body was still found. The police began to investigate this case in accordance with conventional thinking, then set up a second firewall- —It ’s Zhang Donglai. Zhang Donglai has had a conflict with the deceased in the recent past. It is a “shallow social relationship” that you can find out at a glance. Once the person has serious suspicions, the police will focus on the investigation. , And then stop and slow down the digging of other social relationships of the deceased. Because of Zhang Donglai's special status, whether you check him or protect him, you can't afford it if you can't get it right. Who else do you know when exploring a country boy? "

Luo Wenzhou was silent-their investigation was really this idea.

Feidu moved as if he had been sitting uncomfortably for a long time. He looked absently at the fast-reversing scenery outside the car window. The spiraling overpass was lined with rows of streetlights to create a winding and elegant panorama. The fire tree and silver flower are always at night, I do n’t know if it is his illusion. That night, the huge LED screen on the "sky curtain" corridor in the Eastern District is brighter than usual.

Luo Wenzhou glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Are you all right?"

Fei Du asked blankly, "What can I do?"

Luo Wenzhou thought for a while and bluntly pointed out: "Then why do you suddenly be so kind to me?"

Fei Du was speechless for a moment: "I'm sorry Luo, I don't know if you prefer a rougher way."

Afterwards, the two of them were silent at the same time, and they both felt that something seemed wrong.

Fei Du thought: am I full?

Luo Wenzhou reacted slowly after a while, and the little cub teased him casually!

Still teasing in a ridiculous tone!

"Calculate the psychology of the case handlers and abduct people in the city bureau. If you don't consider the possibility of gangs committing crimes, I think this person must have a history." Fei Du turned his head and stared intently at the flower market that was approaching. East Side, pretending to have amnesia reversed the topic.

"What kind of prior?"

"Undetected-only the crime buried in the ground can give birth to this narcissistic and crazy arrogance."

A long series of police cars rushed into the Central Business District and quickly divided the roads. The focus was on the vicinity of the Chengguang Mansion, the Central Square and the places where He Zhongyi had delivered goods.

"I saw a ghost," Lang Qiao's voice came from the severely disturbed intercom. "Is Fei always there? I said, do you have so many night owls here at midnight?"

Fei Du is also inexplicable. Except for the bar street and private clubs at the back, usually at this hour, no matter how stopped, even on weekends, it is rarely so lively.

"Wen Zhou," Tao Ran picked in. "The brothers who checked the surveillance found a suspicious car with a trademark on it. It should be a relatively informal private car rental company. They have already gone to this car rental company just now. The person in charge found that their operations were very irregular, and the registered identity card and people could not see it-"

"Who's the registered ID?"

"He Zhongyi." Tao Ran sighed. "About fifteen minutes ago, the rental car entered the Central Business District of the Eastern District ... hiss ..."

A noise broke out without warning, suddenly interrupting Tao Ran's voice.

Luo Wenzhou parked the car on the side of the road, looked down, and saw that the "sky canopy" was suddenly full of lights, and then a huge countdown card burst: five minutes.

"Ceiling" itself is a huge LED screen, half on the building next to it, like a cascading blanket, forming a huge corridor parallel to the ground at a height of about three floors from the ground, with pictures on both sides. -Whether in the central square or on the surrounding high-rises, you can see the scrolls.

Someone in the walkie-talkie explained: "Boss, it is said that the closing ceremony of the venue tonight is a preview, the viewing platform on the economic and trade building is the best viewing place, and all the LED screens here will also be broadcast live."

"Whoever you love," Luo Wenzhou said, "how are the investigations in several key areas?"

"There is nothing near the Chengguang Mansion. I asked several security guards and said that no one was seen, that the monitoring would not come out, and that it was in the private sector. We need to check the procedures."

"There are too many people in the square, and we are asking each one."

"Several cafés are closed, and no one is nearby-let's go on his usual delivery route."

"Team Luo, we haven't been able to find the car for the time being. We are expanding the search."

Luo Wenzhou's ears were filled with a pile of reports, and he quickly sorted out the priorities and was about to open the deployment, but saw that Fei Du suddenly got out of the car and watched with a very scary eye. The countdown card on the sky above the head-it is already forty minutes and forty seconds.

Luo Wenzhou said for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"To attract attention in the form of suicide, the movement must be very large, usually in an iconic place or a place with a lot of people," Fei Du slowly opened his eyes, "under the eyes of everyone, how can we let others see, Too late to stop? "

Luo Wenzhou raised his head violently. The high-rise buildings in the Central Business District of the Eastern District were lined up and pointed directly at the sky. Looking down from the bottom, he was almost dizzy. The fireworks pattern was rising and falling on the background of the countdown card. Grinding narrow and aggressive time.

"There are seven or eight super high-rises here. There are no ordinary buildings at all ..." Luo Wenzhou grabbed Fei Du's shoulder. "Which building will she be on?"

Fei Du's face was as ugly as if he had been painted with a pale paint.

Luo Wenzhou immediately realized that he had asked an unreasonable question-Fei Du was not a god.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie, ran towards the most prominent economic and trade building with long legs, and ran over: "Pay attention to the groups, and start to investigate all the roofs immediately!"

Fei Du has a strong feeling that when the countdown card is over, something terrible will happen.

For a moment, he stood blankly in place.

Luo Wenzhou didn't even pay attention to the door of the car, people were gone. But what can they find in less than five minutes?

For a while, the woman's face with tears and smile flickered back and forth in front of him, and it gradually extended, gradually extending, sinisterly linking the end of distant time, stretching into the large, luxurious and lonely house of that summer. ——

At this moment, a sharp braking sound scraped his mind. The policemen who had gone to Chengguang Mansion to search for the unsuccessful criminal police arrived and Tao Ran rushed out with a large group of people. Tao Ran rushed to the intercom and said What, while commanding everyone to break up.

Four-minute countdown, three minutes and fifty-nine seconds--

Fei Du suddenly picked up his mobile phone and quickly dialed the number: "Is it, is the ownership of the" Tianmu "gallery in the economic and trade center? Find me Mr. Li, hurry up!"

The streets of the bar are brightly lit and bright like daylight. Many enthusiasts have listened to the gimmicks of the light show and came to the central square with colorful cocktails. They happily followed the countdown. The scorched policemen were ornately lit and shuttled through all the high-rise buildings-waiting for the elevator to be too late, they could only run from the emergency stairs to the top of the building. After running to the top floor, I held out my flashlight and searched. No, I turned around and searched for the next building ...

A woman is standing high, and the person who brought her has already left, maybe looking at her somewhere?

She thought the person was a little familiar, but didn't delve into who he really was. This familiarity calmed her.

Even though it was summer, the wind at the top of the building was still cold late at night, and she glanced down. From the perspective of the bird's eye view, the flashing led screens and laser lights in the central business district made her dizzy.

"How much electricity does this cost?" She thought indiscriminately.

When she was at home, in order to save electricity, she sat in the yard at night, and she was also blinded by the moonlight. She could not turn on the light without turning on the light. She had never seen such an extravagant night with her own eyes. .

The woman glanced at the countdown on that big screen again: one minute and five, one minute and four ...

She bent down stiffly and picked up a big sign from the ground. The outside of the sign was full of her "injustice." There were two strong cloth straps on the inside, which allowed her to carry it on her back like a wing.

She didn't know if it dropped from such a high place, and whether the brand would also break, so she hid a suicide note in her pocket—it was printed by that person. As for what was written on it, she I can only look at it, probably, I have forgotten that little bit of reading and writing that I learned as a kid.

The minute column of the countdown card quickly became "zero", and the seconds were rapidly decreasing.

The woman gritted her teeth, carrying her wronged "wings", and stepped over the guardrail—