Fei Du suddenly laughed, turned his head and flew to the surveillance monitor in the intensive care unit and said, "Scare you."

He bent down and pulled out a card from the small table next to him - this is a special service of a high-priced private nursing home. For those families of patients who cannot communicate, it is difficult to express their feelings with one side, so the nursing home prepared a pen and a small card next to it, so that the family members of the patient can write some words on the card to express more tangible feelings.

Fei Du glanced at the man on the hospital bed with a slightly sarcastic look, and wrote without any signing: "I hope you can hold on for a few more years."

Private nursing homes are expensive, and the cost of lying alone here can support several doctors and nurses.

After all, some people may only have the years of lying on the hospital bed ignorantly, which can bring some benefits to the people around them.

The scorching sun outside the window is like fire, and the central air conditioner in the intensive care unit is constant temperature all year round, and under the long and thick shade, it even seems a little cool.

After Fei Du held the feeling of "I feel good when I see you, I feel good." It seemed as if he had completed his annual ceremony and drove back to the city alone.

From Haibin Sanatorium to Yancheng, it took more than four hours even if there was no traffic jam. Fei Du made an appointment with Teacher Bai to go to her place to get a book in the evening. He had officially ended several years of regular consultation, but he still maintained his friendship with Teacher Bai and would often borrow some books she recommended.

If there is no accident, drive a long-distance bus for a whole day, visit a vegetable, and then borrow a book about mental illness, take it home and see it in the middle of the night, lie down to rest. This is all the arrangements for his 22nd birthday.

Fei Du usually goes wherever he is busy, but people who are familiar with him know that on his birthday, his mother's death day, or when he meets him, he is usually missing and lost contact. Even Zhang Donglai's eyes are not like this. Anyway, he can't disturb him. Mr. Fei's phone number that does not turn off the phone for 24 hours must not be reached.

The road conditions back to Yancheng were not very good. The expressway entering the city was blocked, an hour later than expected. Fei Du was a little tired, so he had to wait while riding on the on-board radio to refresh himself. He happened to hear that the Yancheng police were collecting clues about the missing girl Qu Tong from all residents of the city.

"... Especially in schools, Youth Palaces, major summer training classes, and near summer camps, if you find suspicious people, please call the police immediately... In addition, parents and friends are also reminded here that it is summer vacation now, so you must pay attention to the safety of your children at home..."

"Why did I become a danger of swimming after listening to the show?" Luo Wenzhou rushed back to the city bureau when he was about to get off work. He felt that the three souls and seven spirits were about to evaporate from the top of his head, so he poured a pot of tea made by someone into his cup and drank it without hesitation.

It was too late for Lang Qiao to stop him again.

Lang Qiao wailed: "Boss, that's the weight loss tea I just made..."

Luo Wenzhou paused, and then poured the remaining half of the pot without changing his face. At this moment, as long as it was liquid, not to mention weight loss tea, or "DDT", he would drink it. After all, he wiped his mouth: "What did you find out when you squat at Qu Tong's house? Did Xu Wenchao and Su Xiaolan look for it?"

"I checked the surveillance of all small shops near the community. There were more than 40 express delivery, food delivery, milk delivery, real estate agency, etc. in one day. Fortunately, I had work clothes on them. We called their company one by one to confirm the identity of the employee and whereabouts on the day of the incident. Four of them were suspected, and everyone was taken back to the bureau to cooperate with the investigation." Lang Qiao said, "In addition, we listed all those who entered and left the community during the non-clock hours of morning and evening. There were more than 80 in total, and we are comparing the information of permanent residents registered with the neighborhood committee one by one."

When Luo Wenzhou heard this, his head, which was about to explode due to overheating, became bigger twice.

Fortunately, the municipal bureau can mobilize many police forces, otherwise we would have to find out that the year of the monkey and horses will go?

Lang Qiao continued: "Xu Wenchao has found it, Tao Ran is talking to him inside. Su Xiaolan can't come and is gone."

Luo Wenzhou asked casually: "Are you away from home or abroad?"

Lang Qiao: "No...it's not...it's not not local, it's not on the earth anymore--it's gone."

Luo Wenzhou paused suddenly: "How old is it, it's gone?"

"After that incident, this person basically ruined her dancing but not making a name for herself, and her grades were not good enough. She barely went to a vocational high school and dropped out of school halfway through. She did not have a regular school student. She relied on her youth and beauty and had children without marriage. She was less than 20 years old. Later, she lived a mess and got sick. She died two months ago - this is her information."

Lang Qiao handed him a thin file bag, and Luo Wenzhou took it and flipped it out.

He finished reading it soon because her life was too short, and because she had nothing to say in her life. It contained her expired address and contact information. She had two demerits in school, one was drunk and caused trouble, and was detained for "picking trouble", as well as a death certificate.

Finally, there is a recent photo not long before her death. A woman in her thirties has been tragically damaged by the years. Her thin cheeks are tightly pressed against her cheekbones, her chin is sharp, and her face is even nasolabial. She has broken makeup that looks like she is not clean. She has to carefully distinguish it so that she can see the trace of the little beauty in the girl's generation on her face.

Luo Wenzhou and Lang Qiao looked at each other in the long corridor for a moment - this is the ending of the last... surviving girl.

"Captain Luo, do you know," said Lang Qiao. "Sometimes, seeing this kind of thing makes people feel that 'living' itself is very ugly."

Luo Wenzhou patted Lang Qiao's back of the head with a kraft paper bag: "You have so many ideas all day long, forget about writing books, what kind of police officers are you? Now the primary goal is to find Qu Tong - tell me, what does Xu Wenchao do?"

Xu Wenchao is a freelance photographer.

He is very tall, gentle and handsome, and can be called a handsome talent. He was suddenly invited to the Public Security Bureau and was inevitably a little nervous, and his hands were stirring back and forth under the table.

Tao Ran poured a glass of water and handed it to him: "It's nothing else, we want to trouble you to recall something."

Xu Wenchao lowered his head and pursed his lips, avoided Tao Ran's gaze, and whispered thanks.

Luo Wenzhou and Lang Qiao stood in front of the surveillance and heard Tao Ran ask very gently: "Did you study in Jinxiu Middle School in junior high school?"

Xu Wenchao took a sip of warm water elegantly: "Yes."

"Do you remember there was a classmate named Su Xiaolan at that time?"

Xu Wenchao's fingers trembled, and he was silent for a while before he spoke with some difficulty: "I remember."

Tao Ran asked: "Can you talk about her?"

There was no ambiguity in this sentence, but Xu Wenchao seemed to not understand it and was stunned for a moment: "Hmm?"

Tao Ran: "Tell me about Su Xiaolan."

Xu Wenchao's fingers on his knees suddenly clenched, and he pinched his finger joints hard: "Oh, very, I haven't contacted him for many years, she... she is a very cheerful girl..."

"Get long hair and like to wear all kinds of floral skirts."

Whether it was Tao Ran or Luo Wenzhou before the surveillance, his face became tense after hearing this.

Xu Wenchao's voice stopped abruptly. His eyes turned back and forth on Tao Ran and the clerk several times, and suddenly said: "Did you look for me for the case of the girl mentioned on the radio? I heard it on the way when I came."

"Then I won't go around the circle," Tao Ran said, "How much do you know about Wu Guangchuan's kidnapping and murder and sexually assaulting a girl?"

Xu Wenchao thought intently: "Not too much. I was still young at that time. I wouldn't let the child find out this kind of thing very clearly, right?"

Tao Ran said: "But at that time the victim's father said that he had found you. The reason why Su Xiaolan was rescued was because you informed him in time."

"Uh...it happened more than 20 years ago, I can't remember it."

Tao Ran said patiently: "The father of one of the victims of the serial kidnapping case that year, he once went to Jinxiu Middle School to investigate some of your teachers. He accidentally saw you secretly following the male teacher Wu Guangchuan, so he went up to ask, you two suspected that Wu Guangchuan had any evil behavior, and they investigated him together. Do you remember?"

Xu Wenchao stopped talking again. This time, he was silent for a full minute before finally speaking: "It seems that there is, I can't remember it."

It was very difficult to talk to this person. The other party was not a prisoner. The police could not forcefully interrupt his long silence. They could only wait for him to be like a mentally retarded patient. Ask a question for half a year, and finally give an ambiguous answer - basically the arrangement and combination of "It seems to be", "Is it", "It's probably", "I don't know much".

Tao Ran asked him over and over for more than an hour and after drinking two bottles of mineral water, Xu Wenchao was always dedicated to bringing a little bit of melancholy wandering around the world, and he did not know what he was doing.

Lang Qiao said: "I really want to hit him - boss, do you think he is suspicious?"

"Just with a 'floral skirt'?" Luo Wenzhou shook his head, "The middle school was strictly managed, and the students were all uniforms. Girls either had a bare-faced ponytail or had to cut them in front and back. Only a few students with special talents could appropriately relax the standards due to their image requirements. There was only one Su Xiaolan in the class, which was very special. It was normal for him to remember. But..."

Tao Ran asked Xu Wenchao: "But I think it's a bit strange. Wu Guangchuan's case was a sensation. Why can't you remember clearly if you participated in it yourself?"

Xu Wenchao smiled gently: "I had a serious illness in junior high school. The fever could not subside and almost died. Although I was rescued later, I might have hurt my brain a little. Then I won't have a good memory from now on, and my reaction is a little slow. I'm sorry, the police officer."

This explanation sounds reasonable, and Tao Ran could only nod in helplessness: "Is Mr. Xu married?"

Xu Wenchao shook his head.

"Where are you on the night of the 27th of this month?"

This time, Xu Wenchao did not hesitate and quickly answered: "At home."

"Only?"

"A bachelor, of course, is alone."

“What are you doing at home?”

"Reading...a book about composition skills."

Tao Ran's eyes became slightly sharp: "Mr. Xu, in order to cooperate with the investigation, can we check your driving recorder?"

"Yes, just stop outside," Xu Wenchao looked back at him calmly, "Do you have any other questions? Can I leave now? I still have work tomorrow, and I have to go back and make some preparations."

Tao Ran turned his eyes to the surveillance camera and heard Luo Wenzhou say to him in his headphones: "Let him go, I have arranged it. From here, people will be staring at him for twenty-four hours."

Tao Ran stood up and shook hands with Xu Wenchao: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, I'll take you to the door."

Until then, Xu Wenchao's body language was slightly relaxed and walked out with Tao Ran's gesture. At this moment, Tao Ran whispered in his ear as if chatting: "Private middle schools are very strict. I heard that the teachers are pursuing the admission rate as if they are red."

Xu Wenchao: "It's just that you can work harder, it's okay if you get used to it."

"I definitely don't have time to fall in love early. Say more to the girl. Eight teachers stare at me. Anyone who likes you have to hold it in my mind." Tao Ran pressed his hand on the door frame and looked at Xu Wenchao meaningfully, "Will Mr. Xu have a girl he likes? A special student like Su Xiaolan must be particularly conspicuous in the class at that time?"

Xu Wenchao was caught off guard, his face changed suddenly, and his hands hanging on his side were slitting the trousers nervously. After a while, he forced a smile: "Who didn't like beautiful girls when he was a child? But there was no one left, so it's meaningless to say this...Police officer, please stay."

Tao Ran frowned slightly - he realized that this person was dead when he was planning to send Su Xiaolan. So far, he had never mentioned this matter to Xu Wenchao.

So, did Xu Wenchao, who "had not contacted her for many years", know the bad news from his enthusiastic classmates, or...

After Xu Wenchao said that, he walked quickly without looking back.

At the same time, the policemen who were preparing to take turns staring at Xu Wenchao arranged their shifts and followed them quietly under the darkness of the night.

When Luo Wenzhou left the Municipal Bureau with a little heavy footsteps, it was already past eight o'clock and he did not go home directly. Although Director Lu said he would avoid suspicion, this time was different from Director Zhang's that time. Zhang Donglai was a close relative and was seriously suspected. In comparison, Director Lu could only say that it had something to do with the old case, and was not the main person in charge. If he changed to someone who was not particular, he might not take this relationship seriously.

As a leader, it is not convenient for subordinates to be too at ease, especially when he traveled this trip, he used the old man a lot of face. Luo Wenzhou planned to deliver a box of peaches brought back from Lianhua Mountain to Bureau Lu, and by the way, he took advantage of this to briefly report the progress to him.

He called Director Lu, but there was no proposal on the phone, only saying that he would give him a gift.

Lu Youliang agreed immediately and reported an address: "Your aunt and her colleagues got married. They decided to go there in the evening. They didn't tell me in advance that I went to my sister's house for free. You can come here directly."

Luo Wenzhou opened his driving navigation and entered the words "Beicheng Chenguang Road".

Fei Du flashed the headlights and saw the street sign saying "1.5 kilometers away from Chenguang intersection."

He breathed a little relieved. He drove back for more than six hours, and there was no place to rest. His waist was sore that he almost felt unconscious. It was not until this time that the road conditions were a little smoother. Fei Du raised the speed to the maximum speed limit, thinking about how to apologize to Teacher Bai.

However, just as he had just finished the line and was about to turn into the auxiliary lane, a car suddenly rushed out of the front. The car arrived in front of him. Instead of stopping, it accelerated and ran into him. It was too late to avoid it. Fei Du stepped on the brakes to the bottom with one foot.

Immediately afterwards, the car body shook a huge shock, and a loud noise in his ears, and the airbag pushed him into the seat. Fei Du's eyes turned black, and his internal organs turned around. At the same time, there was a sharp pain in his left arm.

For a second or two, his consciousness was a little blurred, and then he was awakened by the sharp car whistle and voices.

A passerby ran over quickly and pulled his car door with a shout. The turbid hot air in the summer night rushed in.

For a moment, a thought slipped through his unclear consciousness: "Retribution comes so quickly."

Luo Wenzhou was just sighing that the road conditions were pretty good, but he encountered a traffic accident ahead and the traffic stopped moving again.

He sighed heavily, and looked out like other drivers. When he looked up, he saw a large SUV that was much taller than other cars poking out at the intersection.
Chapter completed!