Ninety-third bowl of soup (twelve)

Qinghuan was not very close to Meng Daxian and others. In her opinion, these younger generations were very cute, but there was no need to know each other and interact with each other. She couldn't stay here for long. She would leave after taking what she wanted. She never missed the prosperity of the world.

The three dead people who appeared one after another made Zhong Xun feel extremely bad. He almost broke his leg for this case. Fortunately, the investigation results of the suitcase came out. This is an internationally renowned brand. This one is a limited edition this year. There will be no more than a thousand pieces worldwide. The most important thing is that each box has a unique number. According to the number, you can find out who the buyer is.

This may be the only good news.

Zhongxun took Qinghuan to the buyer for investigation. He had not bought a car yet. Because the traffic in K City is crowded, it is famous all over the country. It is slower to drive to work in the morning than walking, so Zhongxun still rides a motorcycle until now, which is very cool. He gave Qinghuan a hard hat, then took off his coat and let her surround her waist to prevent exposure. There was no way, the skirt was too short.

I rushed to the buyer's address at lightning speed. It was a high-end villa area. They were stopped outside and refused to go in. Zhong Xun took out his ID and threatened to protect the security not to hinder the police. However, he still compromisedly parked the motorcycle outside. A motorcycle was mixed with a group of luxury cars, which looked extremely shabby.

Zhongxun took out his cell phone and looked at the address: "No. 23...No. 23... Arrived!"

In front of me is a three-story villa in European style. Qinghuan rang the doorbell and grabbed the railing and looked inside. I felt that the people living here were very poetic, because the huge yard was almost full of flowers. In short, this villa gave people a very comfortable overall feeling, making people unexpectedly there would be a murderer hidden inside. "Meng Xingzhen reminds you, right? Although the box was bought by this family, it may not be the murderer. Remember to be polite when you meet someone later."

Zhong Xun is a rough man. He said he knew, thinking to himself, do I look rude?

If the members of the criminal investigation team knew what their captain was thinking at this moment, they would probably smile and roll their eyes. He was polite? He didn't kick someone's door through? He had been professionally kicking the door for 100 years, speaking harshly and fiercely, and he was embarrassed to say that he was polite.

There was a room next to the gate. After they rang the doorbell, a sound came from the speaker on the door: "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, we are policemen, and we need to ask the prince of your mansion for some things."

The speech was erratic, Zhong Xun felt it was troublesome. The big iron gate looked good, but it was not very strong. He felt that he could kick it open with one kick - what qualities could be used to solve problems with violence!

"Please wait a moment, I'll ask my wife."

Soon people came out of the room, two adult men in suits, who looked like the security of the villa. After opening the door, one continued to go into the house to watch the surveillance, and the other led the way for Qinghuan Zhongxun. Not long after, a tall and thin middle-aged man in a tuxedo came over: "I'll come here, you can go down."

"Hello, I am the butler of the Wu family, my surname is Zheng."

Qinghuan also smiled at him: "Hello, may I ask... is Mr. Wu at home?"

"You two will know when you go in."

Butler Zheng didn't say he was there or he was not there. Zhongxun and Qinghuan looked at each other and walked under his guidance for five minutes before they arrived at the living room. There was a woman sitting with her back facing them in the living room. Butler Zheng stepped forward and bowed: "Madam, I've brought the person."

"Thank you for your hard work." The wife stood up, "Hello, please sit down, Butler Zheng, go and make two cups of black tea."

"yes."

It was the first time in my life that Zhong Xun sat on such a comfortable and soft sofa. I have never seen a rich man before, but the Wu family is obviously too rich. Thinking about his monthly salary of several thousand yuan and he is still riding a motorcycle, he is really more popular than others. Qinghuan is very casual and has been to this place. The Wu family is not a big deal in her opinion. However, this Mrs. Wu looks very fond, gentle and graceful, with her hair tied into a bun and a green jade hairpin on it. Although it is a European style decoration style, she wears a cheongsam and outlines her slim figure. According to the survey information, she is in her forties, but she is well maintained and looks at her early thirties at most, with a very good temperament.

This is the noble lady.

I probably planted so many flowers in the villa because she likes it.

"Mrs. Wu, we came to the door today to see Lingzi. I wonder if he is at home?" Qing Huan asked.

"Xiaofan went to the company and would not come back at noon. Comrade police, are you looking for him...is there anything wrong?" She was reading a book just now when she suddenly heard the housekeeper say that a policeman came to her house, and she was scared at that time. She didn't know what kind of character she gave birth to a son, and she always caused trouble and caused trouble everywhere. She was really afraid that something would happen. "Is he causing trouble outside? Can you tell me? I've called him to come back just now."

"No, we just have a few questions to ask him."

Mrs. Wu nodded: "Then please wait a while, he will be back soon."

Even though she said that, she couldn't help but look at Qinghuan and Zhongxun, but no one would tell her why she came here this time.

About half an hour later, after Qing Huan drank a cup of black tea, Wu Fan finally came back. He was a very handsome young man. His naturally raised lips made him look smiling, and his pair of peach-blue eyes looked extremely passionate. As soon as he entered the door, he first gave his mother a hug, and then asked: "Mom, why are you asking me back in such a hurry? Dad doesn't allow me to take a leave."

Mrs. Wu was laughed by her son's coquettish act: "Two police comrades came to you and said they wanted to ask you."

Wu Fan turned his head and saw Qinghuan's eyes lit up immediately: "Such a beautiful police lady!"

Zhong Xun stood up without a trace and blocked Qinghuan. In his heart, Qinghuan was a simple and ignorant underage girl, so he felt that he must protect her as a public servant of the people. "Wu Fan, right? I have something to ask you, can you say something alone?"

Wu Fan was stunned for a moment: "Of course, please do it in the study."

Wu Fan's study was very big, and the bookshelf was full of books, and even a few books were stacked on the desk and computer. He scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, it's a bit messy. I was caught by my dad recently in the company for internship. I don't know a lot of things, so I have to cram the moment. You sit down, sit."

He is only twenty-three years old this year, very young and looks a little young. The survey data also shows that Wu Fan is just an ungrown child. Although he is fined occasionally for fighting and racing, he is all a little problem that is not painful.

"Mr. Wu, is this box yours?" Qing Huan put the photo in front of Wu Fan.

"It looks familiar..." Wu Fan hesitated for a few seconds, "I prefer to buy things, and it's not very useful after buying them, so I can't remember it clearly. It should be mine, right?"

"This box has a number because it is a limited edition, and each number corresponds to a buyer. This box is indeed yours." Zhong Xun stared at Wu Fan, trying to see something from his expression. "However, we found it at a crime scene, and there was a body in the box."

"Damn!" Wu Fan was so scared that his scalp was numb: "What did you say? I put it in it, I put it on-"

He waved his hands repeatedly: "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, I don't know! This box may be mine, but I haven't used it! I bought it because it looks good! I have a house that I specially bought, and there are many bags, boxes, and other things that have not been opened. I really don't know! Miss Police, you can't be wronged me! Although I am not a good young man, I am not a bad person!"

"Then do you know who can take this box without being noticed?" Qing Huan asked. "Your home has surveillance monitors, can I get it out and check it out?"

"sure!"

Wu Fan was very attentive. He might have been really scared, so he helped Zhong Xun Qinghuan to prove that he was innocent. They called out the surveillance camera and saw it, but there was no record of entering and leaving the box. Even if they could drive the car directly from the garage, they would definitely need a camera to take it out, but there was nothing in the surveillance video.

The result is a return without success.

No matter what he asked Wu Fan, he waved his hand and said he didn't know. He was desperately trying to keep himself away, like a frightened playboy.

When leaving Wu's villa, Mrs. Wu invited them to come and visit next time.

Zhong Xun buttoned Qing Huan's safety helmet, and his face looked bad: "If it weren't for Wu Fan, it would definitely be someone related to him. This box would not have grown wings and flew out on its own."

"But Wu Fan is not willing to tell you the truth. Haven't you noticed? Although he kept talking nonsense, he never said anything useful." Qing Huan looked back at the Wu Villa. "No matter whether it was him or not, he must have a close contact with him. You can arrange team members to monitor Wu Fan, and maybe you will get something."

However, when they returned to the police station, they learned that the fourth body had been found. This time it was a girl again, and the same cause of death and scars were still discarded in a large shopping mall.

"Is there any way to find this grandson right away?" Zhong Xun was already crazy. "He accelerated the crime. Why? How many days have passed since the last deceased? The child died twenty-four hours before he disappeared!"

He punched Meng Xingzhen's desk and asked Meng Daxian: "Aren't you good at telling fortunes? Can you figure it out?"
Chapter completed!