On May 24, four days have passed since the murder of He Zhongyi, a young man in the West District of Flower Market.

Luo Wenzhou wore gloves and looked through an old photo album - this was what he got from the black car driver Chen Zhen.

Chen Zhen and his sister Chen Yuan are twins, locals, raised by their grandparents. Later, the old couple passed away one after another. The sister Chen Yuan was admitted to university. Chen Zhen’s grades were not good, so he simply gave up early and came out to make money.

The girl in the photo is very delicate, all of which are smiling, revealing two asymmetrical tiger teeth.

This was the only thing she left behind. She died mysteriously. Because the cause of death was not decent, the police searched her personal belongings several times on the grounds of suspected that she was involved in drug trafficking, and Chen Yuan's second-hand computer and mobile phone could not be left behind.

Luo Wenzhou flipped the album from beginning to end, and his eyes were on several photos that looked like a souvenir of university club activities. There was a girl and Chen Yuan very close. The date and notes were written in pencil at the back of the photo: "Join the Tea Art Club with Xiao Cui, thank you for having you."

"Xiao Cui." Luo Wenzhou opened the communication record he found - about half a month before Chen Yuan died, he once spoke to a user named "Cui Ying".

At this time, Lang Qiao knocked on the door of his office and waved at him half-deadly: "Boss, I'm crazy when I come out. A ticket costs ten yuan, but it won't be a waste."

The Criminal Investigation Brigade of Yancheng Municipal Bureau collectively appreciated the extraordinaryness of Mr. Zhang. Nine out of this person's ten sentences were farts. The 48 hours he was detained in the municipal bureau made his already rare brain dry. He didn't know what was left in the empty shell. The language and intelligence level that emerged was deeply touching.

"'Brother Feng Nian'? I haven't heard of it. I don't know anyone with the surname Feng. Is this man a man or a woman? Either tell me what he looks like, or maybe I've slept and didn't remember his name."

"On the night of the 20th, are there people I know in Chengguang Mansion? I know all of them... Who are there? Oh, all police officers, police officers! I asked them to fill a pound of white that night, I don't know how many glasses of red, and I also brought half a dozen champagne. It's good to remember who I am. I can't tell who they were at that time."

"I haven't had any conflicts with anyone recently, so I'm angry. Ah? Beating someone is worthy of it? Oh, that's not good... I'll beat you, just beat me. What can anyone else take revenge on me? I won't ask who I am!"

"I've said it many times. I really didn't give it to me. Apart from my good looks, I have never given anyone else's stuff. Besides, I can't give it a broken phone, right? Who is that cold?"

In addition to spending money and sleeping, Young Master Zhang's daily life is full of chaos. Big and small things are like passing clouds and smoke, and he is not put in his heart. His mental state can be called "outer".

Luo Wenzhou listened to Zhang Donglai for a while and made an assertive comment. He said: "This child must have been thrown over by his father when he was a child."

With the patience of the whole world, Tao Ran tried every means to ask questions from all angles, but he couldn't find any useful information from Zhang Donglai's memory that was formatted at any time.

Time came in a flash, and the lawyer Zhang Ting and the others found were blocking the gate of the municipal bureau and were determined to ask the criminal investigation team to release the people.

"I'm really powerless." Tao Ran took two breaths of vigor and shrugged at Luo Wenzhou helplessly.

Luo Wenzhou thought for a while and raised his chin slightly: "The evidence is insufficient, let it go."

"Team Luo!"

"Boss!"

Lang Qiao grabbed Luo Wenzhou and said, "Boss, yesterday He Zhongyi's mother was crying outside, and was photographed by a pervert. Now many people who listen to the wind and rain are waiting to watch the fun. You just let the person go, what should you say outside?"

"Zhang Donglai can be released," Tao Ran thought for a while and suggested, "Based on the time of the deceased's death, whereabouts before the murder, etc., his absenteeism is more clear..."

"No, let's not mention anything else, just say that the evidence is insufficient to the outside world," Luo Wenzhou interrupted him, "Don't publish the details of the investigation to the public, let the person go first."

After hearing his arbitrary behavior, Lang Qiao couldn't help but say, "Boss, did you let Zhang Donglai be infected? It can be transmitted through the window. This mentally retarded is a severe infectious disease."

Luo Wenzhou knocked on the back of her head: "Why are you so poor? Be careful of having nasolabial folds."

Tao Ran pondered for a moment and said thoughtfully: "You want to..."

"Well, from now on, no one is allowed to disclose the progress of the investigation and related details of the case to the public, telling them that 'the evidence is insufficient and there is no way to tell. We are re-examining the social relations between the deceased from childhood to adulthood'," Luo Wenzhou nodded to Tao Ran, and then said calmly, "This is discipline. Whoever leaks it will be dispersed, and I will disperse."

The migrant worker died strangely. The suspect was the nephew of the director of the municipal bureau and was about to be released because of "insufficient evidence" - this news is even more explosive than Lang Qiao and the others' fears. Before the procedures for releasing Zhang Donglai were completed, the gate of the municipal bureau had been squatting by various entities and online media.

The phone number of the Criminal Investigation Brigade was like a hotline, one after another, and even Director Lu, who was in charge of Director Zhang, was alarmed and specifically called Luo Wenzhou to ask questions.

Director Lu looked at the person who was stopped outside through the window and asked Luo Wenzhou with a serious expression: "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Luo Wenzhou smiled at him indifferently: "You are not at ease to do my business?"

Director Lu gave him a blank look: "If you want to fish on the line, be careful not to take off your game - the city leaders will definitely put pressure on us in the past two days. I will carry it for you for two more days, so you can do it for me."

"Thank you, Uncle Lu," Luo Wenzhou thought for a while, and lowered his voice slightly, "Don't worry, Wang Hongliang, no one has found him in the past few years. I don't believe anyone can cover the sky with one hand."

Director Lu pursed his lips and looked at him seriously: "As long as the report can be confirmed to be true, no matter how big his root system is, who needs to protect him, as long as Lao Zhang and I are still there, we can handle him--you should be careful, and you will hear it."

When Luo Wenzhou went downstairs, he happened to meet Zhang Donglai's "family group".

In order to reduce social impact, the Zhang family did not send anyone to pick him up, but only asked Zhang Ting to come forward, wanting to keep a low profile as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, things went against my wishes, and my children were all debts. Zhang Donglai's friends heard about this and ran to the municipal bureau in a hurry. Several luxury cars were parked at the gate of the municipal bureau, and several red men and green women made a brilliant appearance. I don't know if they were here to show up or show their eyes.

The lawyer rolled up his sleeves and went to catch Zhang Donglai, while Zhao Haochang accompanied Zhang Ting in an endless stream - this young man and woman looked extremely fresh and refined, pure and simple among Zhang Donglai's friends who appeared in the world.

Of course Fei Du is there too, but this time, he, a playboy, looks like a pure outsider, with a low presence by Zhang Ting. When Luo Wenzhou saw him, he found that he was dressed like a beast, with headphones in his arms, and focused on playing games with an old model of "PSP".

Luo Wenzhou originally wanted to pack these monsters and monsters and throw them out, but his eyes fell on Fei Du's scratched old game console, and his expression suddenly slowed down. He didn't even ask for trouble for the first time, and slowly walked to Fei Du's side almost peacefully and quietly. At the same time, he took a deep breath and made a psychological construction for himself - even if he saw this boy playing a restricted bloody and violent game, he decided to keep his emotions stable.

Unexpectedly, after a long time of construction, Luo Wenzhou looked at Fei Du's old game console and saw a bunch of cute "big-eyed lamps" running on his old game console - this domineering president was actually clamoring for "bang bang".

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Just as Fei Du passed the hurried pass, Zhang Donglai finally came out. He walked with the wind and before he left the police station, he was proud to announce loudly: "They are all my brothers who have lived for life today. If you have anything to do in the future, I will let you in a knife box, brothers, and insert it into a knife box!"

Fei Du's Big Eye Legion was originally advancing and retreating properly, but his bloody voice was yelling and chaotic. When the drum beat was wrong, he was immediately defeated.

Luo Wenzhou kept holding on until he "gameover" before he spoke slowly: "I have been puzzled to understand one thing, which is why you were mingled with Zhang Donglai and the others."

Fei Du glanced at him and calmly stuffed the game console into his pocket: "Because I think he lives a very philosophical life."

Luo Wenzhou couldn't hear whether this was a positive or negative meaning.

Fei Du waved his hand at Zhang Donglai who was running over him, turned his head and handed Luo Wenzhou a hypocritical smirk, and went to talk to Tao Ran.

These young men left the city bureau in a swagger, and even with their toenails, they could think of how orgasm the media was squatting outside.

Lang Qiao seemed to have seen a hot topic in the next week. She couldn't help but reach out and cover her eyes, and whispered to Tao Ran: "I don't dare to look at it."

Tao Ran: "Stop watching, go to work."

Just as the young men walked to the door, a figure suddenly jumped out and rushed into the middle of Zhang Donglai and his group unexpectedly.

She is thin and has a dry and yellow hair, and she is He Zhongyi's mother.

The leading prodigal sons looked at each other for a moment with the funny-dressed woman for some time, and someone whispered: "Who is this?"

He Zhongyi's mother's eyes were mixed with blood, and she swept dryly over the faces of several people. Her lips shivered violently, and a vague sound like a kitten came from her throat: "Who killed my son?"

She couldn't speak clearly and had a heavy accent. She asked repeatedly three or four times before she could hear what she was saying.

Zhang Donglai's face was slightly dark and he said with some discomfort: "Who knows? It's not me anyway."

After saying that, he lowered his head to avoid the woman's sight, took the lead in walking out, and passed by her. The relatives and friends followed him closely, dispersing to both sides like avoiding the plague, and avoiding the woman as much as possible.

"Is this woman a little unnatural?"

"It's a little bit pitiful."

"Is it worth it to be arrested into a small dark room for no reason?"

"I tell you, I'm farther away than Dou E, I don't know her son at all..."

The woman stood there blankly, looking blankly at the person walking past her without any touch: "Who killed my son? You...you can't leave..."

Seeing that the group of people were about to leave her, the woman became anxious and grabbed a few handfuls in the air, accidentally entangled a girl's long hair.

The girl immediately screamed as if she had been stepped on her tail. She snatched her hair back and covered her chest, jumped three feet high and hid behind her companions. The young man next to her instinctively reached out and stopped her: "What are you doing? You're sick!"

The woman hit the young man's hard arm and fell to the ground, just in time to hit Fei Du, who had finally walked out.

Fei Du was saying goodbye to Tao Ran, but was startled by the person who bumped into him and took a step back unexpectedly.

Before he could react, the woman seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, stretched out her chicken claws and grabbed Fei Du's valuable trouser legs, and said incoherently: "You can't leave, you can't leave! You have to give me an explanation... You can't leave..."

Several policemen were about to come up to pull people, and the young man who pushed the woman down also frowned and walked up: "Master Fei..."

Fei Du was also shot while lying down, frowned and looked at the woman who was pounced on him, and patted her shoulder awkwardly: "Do you want to get up first?"

The woman suddenly raised her head and just looked at Fei Du. She cried loudly and burst into tears. Her image was really not very decent, and the rich grief turned her into a ball of mud.

Fei Du was suddenly stunned, wondering who he saw through her eyes.
Chapter completed!