"I hate analyzing the victims the most," Lang Qiaoyi pouted and put a pen under his lips and nose. "Sometimes the victims are hurt for no reason, and I have to be unable to understand this for a long time. Why do you think? Why do you have to end up like that because of bad luck? Why do people who live hard for many years will end up being a scum who emerges for no reason? But if the victim is not innocent, or just deserves the guilt, I think he deserves it. We check the murderer for him, but it seems that we are helping the evildoer. I...oh!"

Luo Wenzhou rolled the documents into a paper tube, came to the back of her head, breaking Lang Qiao's long speech.

Lang Qiao hugged the back of his head: "Why are you hitting me again? What I said is human nature, and the police are also human!"

Luo Wenzhou: "Do you want to get the salary?"

Lang Qiao: "…want."

"If you want to do your work, how can you get so many comments?" Luo Wenzhou grabbed a whiteboard with one hand, and wrote basic information such as "He Zhongyi, male, 18 years old, deliveryman, h-san" under the photo of the boy with a small crescent scar on his forehead.

Then he took advantage of his height and gaze from above the little whiteboard. Through the clear glass window of the office, he looked at Fei Du, who was accompanying He's mother outside.

He's mother didn't know if she heard someone talking nonsense, and she felt very desperate for the release of Zhang Donglai by the Municipal Bureau. She seemed to have no way to ask for advice, and she was crying and almost unable to walk upright. She was back by Fei Dujia.

Maybe it was because he was instinctively grabbing a life-saving straw, or maybe it was because he was determined that Fei Du and Zhang Donglai and others were in the same group, so he "can't let him run away." When his mother was blank in her mind, she subconsciously grabbed the corner of Fei Du's clothes tightly.

Fei Du was dramatically forced to stay, so this scene outside the window was created.

After all, Fei Du is a young man, and it is easy to force the sick woman who is less than his chest. However, unexpectedly, he did not have an attack, but just sat quietly with this old and ugly woman.

At this time, He's mother had recovered from her exhausted collapse and recovered a little bit of her mind. Luo Wenzhou saw Fei Du holding her hand, leaning down, and talking to her in a low voice. He's mother slowly calmed down and could even nod and shake her head occasionally to respond.

"Has Ma Xiaowei released it?" Luo Wenzhou asked, looking out the window.

Tao Ran put down the phone: "No, the news from the branch said that Ma Xiaowei had an attack on their drug addiction. The police found a lot of bulk drugs from his residence, so they were detained."

Luo Wenzhou: "Can we call people here to ask?"

Tao Ran shrugged: "No, it's because his condition is very unstable. If something happens, the branch office cannot take responsibility. If you really want to ask, let's send someone to the branch office to ask."

Wang Hongliang seemed to have made up his mind and would never let them contact Ma Xiaowei alone. For this reason, he gave the young man the treatment of cultural relics in the museum - only allowed others to look through the window, and wanted to take them away, but there was no way.

At this time, two criminal police officers from the Criminal Investigation Brigade walked in and carried a cardboard box: "Boss, we have brought back all He Zhongyi's personal belongings. After the investigation, we just returned them to the family. There may be something useful."

He Zhongyi has not many personal belongings, and there are a few pieces of clothing - mostly work clothes sent to employees by delivery points - some of which are very basic daily necessities, and a diary for mobile phone packaging boxes that he is reluctant to throw them away.

It is said to be a diary, but in fact it has nothing to do, it is basically an account book and memo.

In addition to being a deliveryman, He Zhongyi should also often work as a short-term part-time temporary worker. He always has a scattered small income. He can piece it together, and his monthly income can catch up with a white-collar worker.

The account book was very detailed, and even buying breakfast was 2.5 yuan. Luo Wenzhou flipped through a few pages and suddenly paused: "What does the note posted on the head of the deceased look like? Show me."

Someone immediately took out the close-up photo and handed it to him.

I saw that the word "money" was written in a crooked manner, which was a kind of "child style" with a very unrestrained appearance. The hook on the right was very large and was about to occupy half of the entire character, which seemed very inconsistent - it was exactly the same as the word "money" in He Zhongyi's account book.

"This word is the handwriting of the deceased himself." Tao Ran was stunned, "Slowly, I remember when He Zhongyi appeared in Chengguang Mansion that night, he was carrying a kraft paper bag in his hand. Did there be a note in that bag? The kraft paper bag disappeared later, what was inside?"

Luo Wenzhou glanced at He Zhongyi's notebook with all his eyes: "Is it possible to be cash? Look here."

Outside the window, Fei Dushen nodded with consent: "The money spent on medical treatment is indeed quite high, but he had just arrived in Yancheng at that time. When he started working, where did he get so much money?"

He's mother whispered in a hoarse voice: "It's said it was the salary paid in advance from the public."

"Public?" Fei Du was not familiar with the word, and was slightly stunned before he realized, "Do you mean where he works?"

He's mother is in poor health. She is a rural woman who rarely comes into contact with the outside world. She does not understand the short-term and hard labor employment relationship of migrant workers who work hard. Many people work day and get money for a day. Both the boss and the worker are suspicious that the other party will run away at any time. The boss who is willing to advance wages to the migrant workers are basically doing charity.

Even if the boss accumulates virtue and does good deeds and is willing to help the emergency, it is already very helpful to pay a salary of one or two months in advance, but the amount of money He's mother used to treat a doctor is probably equal to the salary of a deliveryman for several years.

Such a huge favor, it is absolutely impossible to repay the labor force, but it is almost the same to sell oneself.

Mr. Fei, who also has a lot of experience in male sex, objectively recalled He Zhongyi, who had a meeting with him, and believed that just in terms of appearance, the boy was really not worth the price.

So who lent him that money at that time? Why didn’t he tell the truth to his mother?

He Zhongyi's account book recorded a "100,000 yuan in total" debt, and this mysterious debt was unsuccessful. For this reason, all the criminal police officers of the municipal bureau went out and spent most of the day asking about He Zhongyi's workplace with the people around him. Everyone asked about it looked inexplicable. Not only did they not admit that they had borrowed money, they also said that they didn't even know about him borrowing money.

When Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran returned to the municipal bureau, they found that He's mother was curled up on several chairs and were already asleep. Fei Du asked someone to come with a thin blanket and put it on her.

Tao Ran walked over and asked in a low voice: "Why did she sleep here?"

"I said I would take her out to stay in the hotel, but she refused and insisted on guarding you to catch the murderer." Fei Du looked up and saw Tao Ran sweating. He frowned and took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over, "Do you work so hard on the contrary? It feels so distressing."

Before Tao Ran could reply, Luo Wenzhou next to him said coldly: "The people's police are like this. If you feel sorry for you, pay more taxes and find less trouble. But then again, Mr. Fei, don't you dominate CEOs pay for everything every day? Why do I think you are always so idle?"

Fei Du smiled slightly: "I have a group of professional managers, not letting them talk. I am really grateful to Officer Luo for worrying about my financial security. In fact, there is no need. Even if I throw away all my money and put the remaining pocket money in the bank to get interest, it will be more than your life's salary."

Tao Ran: “…”

These two mentally retarded people are indeed peaceful for only three minutes, and they are coming again.

He forced the two male cocks to separate, dragged Luo Wenzhou into the office with one hand, and pointed at Fei Du with warning.

Fei Du did not think it was offended at all, and pinched his fingers ambiguously.

Luo Wenzhou was furious: "He..."

Tao Ran closed the office door and said helplessly: "After getting off work, you two can make an appointment to go out and have a good time."

Luo Wenzhou keenly heard a little implicit from his voice: "Well? Are you having something to do after get off work today?"

Tao Ran turned around and glanced at him: "I'll go on a blind date."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned.

Tao Ran patted his shoulder: "Brother, I'm old and can't be a single noble anymore with you."

Luo Wenzhou glanced at the ground and pondered for a moment. Then he smiled and pointed at Tao Ran and said, "You traitor, you betrayed the organization without saying hello. Our immortal 'go-death group' will not let you go."

Tao Ran thought for a while: "Then I bribe you. If you have children in the future, you will recognize you as your godfather."

"Don't," Luo Wenzhou waved his hand, "I'm not addicted to being a 'dad'. The future of the motherland still depends on you straight people to work hard - OK, if you have something to do, you can't use clues here. If the murderer has been following Zhang Donglai and paying attention to the progress of the case, I guess he will take action in the next two days. Let's wait while investigating."

Tao Ran shook his head, packed up his things and planned to leave, but Luo Wenzhou suddenly called him from behind.

"As soon as you rebel, I feel a little heartbroken," Luo Wenzhou muttered, "By the way, Fang Nu, do you want to borrow a car?"

Tao Ran: "Go to you!"

That night, Zhang Donglai heard from Zhang Ting about the whole process of entering and leaving the dark room. He believed that the lawyer made great contributions to it. He went home and took a bath with the grapefruit leaves, and had to invite the lawyer to have a meal that day.

Compared with those colleagues who provide non-litigation legal services for major funders, criminal lawyers have high risks, high pressure, and not much money. It is really rare to encounter a case where the parties are stupid and have a lot of money and not complicated. If it weren't for Zhao Haochang's classmate relationship, such a good thing would have been impossible, and the lawyer happily went to the appointment.

Zhang Donglai politely gave him a red envelope. He originally wanted to drive the lawyer back, but as soon as he left the hotel, he happened to meet a beautiful girl with nine heads. He greeted Zhang Donglai very familiarly and naturally got into Zhang Donglai's car.

The lawyer felt that it was not good to follow someone else's side to shine and heat. He sat in the back seat consciously and said that he just needed to load himself to the nearest subway station.

In the car, the beauty and Mr. Zhang were embarrassed and said to each other. The audience felt like they were sitting on pins and needles. The lawyer was not so thick-skinned, so he had to pretend that he was a ball of air and leaned against the back to fiddle with his cell phone. When passing by an intersection, Zhang Donglai stepped on the brake a little anxiously. The lawyer leaned forward. At this moment, he saw something in the corner of his eyes.

The lawyer thought that something on the seat was lifted off by the brake just now, and he planned to pick it up, but he bent down but was suddenly stunned.

He saw that it was a silver-gray striped tie with a big-name label at the tail. It was well-made, but it seemed to have been rubbed hard by someone. It had become deformed and was like dried salted fish, sandwiched in the gap between the rear seats.

"The deceased had blunt weapon injury on the back of his head and died of suffocation. The weapon is a kind of soft cloth strip, silk scarf, tie, soft rope, etc. that may be... "

The lawyer had drunk some wine, but at that moment, the alcohol evaporated out of his open pores.

At this moment, Zhang Donglai seemed to finally remember that there was a living thing in the back seat. While starting the car, he looked back at him: "Lawyer Liu, why are you bent over? Are you drinking too much or feeling sick with stomach?"

The lawyer hurriedly straightened his waist, and the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head, his limbs were cold, his ears were buzzing, and he forced a smile: "I...I'm a little dizzy."

Zhang Donglai looked at him through the rearview mirror. I wondered if it was because of the light, Lawyer Liu always felt that there was an indescribable sinister between his eyebrows.

Fortunately, Zhang Donglai didn't take him seriously, but just looked at him twice, and soon became focused on chatting with the beautiful woman next to him. Lawyer Liu kept his sitting position stiffly, turned on the camera of his mobile phone, secretly took the spot where he found the tie, then stretched his feet little by little, picked out the tie with his toes, and quickly put the tie into his bag through his sleeves through the cover of his briefcase.

Just when he didn't have time to take out his hand, Zhang Donglai looked over through the rearview mirror and said, "Is it the one standing in front of him? Lawyer Liu?"

The lawyer scared him so much that his heart almost stopped, he completely lost his language function, and he nodded hesitantly.

Zhang Donglai raised his eyebrows: "Why are you sweating so much on your face? The air conditioner is turned on too high?"

The female companion in the co-pilot stopped working: "You can't be lowered anymore, you're afraid of the cold."

If there was a silly girl who didn't know the truth interrupted by the side, Lawyer Liu felt that his designation was already scared. He didn't know how he rolled out of Zhang Donglai's car, so Zhang Donglai politely looked through the window: "Lawyer Liu, are you really okay? I really don't need to send you home?"

The lawyer tried hard to pull his facial muscles: "No need."

Fortunately, Zhang Donglai was fascinated and did not really want to send a man with a short body home. After being confirmed, he immediately stepped on the accelerator and left.
Chapter completed!