"Car accident?" Luo Wenzhou asked in surprise, "What are you looking for me for the car accident? Let the traffic police brigade next door handle it."

Lu Youliang said: "Have you heard of Zhou Junmao?"

"Which Zhou Junmao?" Luo Wenzhou was shocked and felt that the bright sunshine in the evening suddenly became turbulent. "You are talking about that Zhou Junmao, right?"

Fei Du, who was next to him, raised his head silently.

Zhou Junmao is a famous overseas Chinese. He is 73 years old. He was born in the Dongdaogou area near Yancheng City. He lived overseas in his early years. He started by buying back building materials and started from scratch. Later, he founded the aircraft carrier-class multinational company of Zhou's Group. In recent years, he may have had the idea of ​​falling leaves returning to his roots. Zhou's investment focus has begun to shift to the mainland.

Zhou Junmao is not an ordinary celebrity. He is low-key, has a simple life, and is very enthusiastic about public welfare. He has made outstanding contributions to the infrastructure construction of his hometown. He has half of the prosperity of the entire Dongdaogou area. There is a road called "Junmao Road", which is the only street in the entire Yancheng area named after a living person.

Just half an hour ago, Zhou Junmao was on a bus back to his residence in Yancheng from the airport, and suddenly a large truck rear-ended. The rear of the car was squeezed in. The old man sitting in the back seat died on the spot. The driver and the bodyguard on the co-pilot were seriously injured and were rescued in the hospital.

This is a very tragic traffic accident. It can be imagined that once the news leaks, the stock of Zhou's Group will definitely fluctuate violently.

At this moment, the youngest son of the Zhou family who happened to be in Yancheng rushed over and insisted that his father was murdered and insisted on asking the criminal police to deal with it.

"Director Zeng has already brought the forensic doctors to the scene. Let's go to the scene first, say hello to the traffic police team, and then go to the Zhou family," Luo Wenzhou took Lang Qiao, who happened to be on duty. Xiao Haiyang, who was embarrassed to leave early on the first day at work, and a Tiantoufeidu rushed to the airport expressway. "Don't worry, I won't work overtime for another month, and it's not a matter of course. Even if this car accident is really man-made, it must be sponsored by the Economic Investigation. We will at most assist."

Lang Qiao looked at her head curiously: "Mr. Fei, you know so many rich people. Have you ever seen this Zhou Junmao?"

"I have met once, but I don't say that well," Fei Du seemed to have become a standard good student. He sat in the field car and did not forget to hold a tutorial in his hand to pretend. "I am more familiar with his youngest son - the one who insisted on calling the police."

Lang Qiao lowered his head and started to search online: "Zhou Junmao has two sons, the eldest son Zhou Huaijin... Wow, young talent, Yishui's prestigious school experience, started helping his family with assets very early, and stayed abroad all year round. The second son Zhou Huaixin is a painter? Mr. Fei, are you talking about him? Why are you familiar with both of you? Because they both like art?"

"Oh, no," Fei Du replied, "because we are all prodigal sons who are not doing their jobs."

Lang Qiao: "..."

There was no traffic jam on the airport expressway. Before the day could get completely dark, the group arrived at the crime scene.

Fei Du was about to get off the car, but Luo Wenzhou slapped it in the car door. He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly, like a weasel whose heart was smoothed by a chicken thigh. He looked at Luo Wenzhou's back, but did not show any joy, but just waited in the car calmly.

Luo Wenzhou walked around the scene and found that all the dead and injured were taken away. The scene was basically cleaned up. As long as he didn't look around the yellow line and looked hard, there was almost no obvious blood. Then he waved his hand and released Fei Du out of the car.

Fei Du followed him and said softly in his ear: "Captain Luo, I am flattered."

"Is this shocking?" Luo Wenzhou lifted him up unmoved, "Then your shocking spiritual world is so turbulent - Lao Qiu, where are you looking? Here!"

The traffic policeman responsible for handling the accident was named Qiu, and he was also an acquaintance of Luo Wenzhou. Team Luo's acquaintances were everywhere, covering 360 lines.

Fei Du watched coldly, believing that people like Luo Wenzhou must have grown up in a very relaxed and open-minded environment since childhood. When he was young, he had enjoyed unreserved love and attention. Only after he experienced wind, frost, rain, snow, and witnessed the sinister hearts, and even became shrewd and keen for professional needs, he still had an open arms to the whole world in his bones.

Sometimes when I stand on the street and look at the men, women, young and old who are passing by, I feel that everyone is similar. You are wearing shirts and trousers, and I also wear shirts and trousers. I look down and see that the retired elderly walking on the roadside and the blond foreigners are wearing the same brand of sneakers, which almost makes people feel the illusion of "this is the same world".

People living in the sun cannot imagine that the little friends who are pounding teeth and fucking each other are suffering from torture that they cannot break free and become accustomed to. People with deep depression cannot understand that those who whistle by are really not forced to smile.

Just like at this moment, he and Luo Wenzhou stood together. At first glance, it seemed that they were from the same country.

The skin often hides the truth without leaking it.

"If you want to tell me whether there is any inside story about this matter, you have to check it. Anyway, if I ask me to see it, I think it will be a traffic accident that will be responsible for the rear car." Traffic police officer Lao Qiu asked them to check the surveillance, "This Bentley is Zhou Junmao's car. It comes out of the airport and drives normally. The driver is driving properly. This is fine. The big cart that caused the accident came in from the 'Beiyuan Bridge', and we started numbering it from the surveillance monitor at the intersection of Beiyuan Bridge and numbered it into No. 1."

Lao Qiu arranged the densely packed cameras on the expressway according to the number and placed them one by one: "At that time, there were not many cars in the airport expressway direction. From the fourth surveillance, the big cargo drove in the same lane as Bentley. There were several other cars in the middle of the car. They overwhelmed one after another and walked to the sixteenth surveillance. The big cargo and the car in front were nothing, but the distance between the workshops was quite safe. Then you see--"

When the truck passed the No. 18 monitoring, the distance between the car in front suddenly decreased significantly. After a closer look, it found that it was accelerating very evenly, as if the driver had forgotten to take it off when he stepped on the accelerator.

When monitoring No. 20, the speed test camera showed that the speed of the truck was close to 140 kilometers per hour, which obviously exceeded the speed limit. Then, the truck driver was like blind and chased the rear end of the car in front at this speed. The monitoring No. 21 captured the entire process of rear-end collision. The collision was tragic at that time, even if he was mentally prepared, he still made people's chest slam.

Luo Wenzhou: "Where is the driver who caused the accident?"

"I'm dead, I'm not angry before I was sent to the hospital," said Lao Qiu. "The driving record shows that he has been driving this car for ten hours and is driving tiredly. If it weren't for the family of the deceased who kept making noise and saying it was murder, I personally saw that this incident was actually quite simple. The driver who caused the accident fell asleep in fatigue and his feet were on the accelerator and did not loosen. The car kept accelerating, and it was a 'bang' - it was all done."

Luo Wenzhou asked: "Who is this driver? Do you have any criminal record?"

"The driver is Dong Gan, who is 49 years old. He is a big truck driver who runs for transportation. He just came over to recognize the body. It was from their team. He said that Dong Gan is a very honest person. He has been running on this road for less than ten years. He has never had an accident. How could such criminals with criminals with a criminal record run around? Besides, he doesn't seem to be related to Bentley, and Xia Li is almost the same." Lao Qiu took the cigarette given by Luo Wenzhou, "Captain Luo, do you think that family is reliable? It's not that the rich people want to attract attention, and make news?"

Luo Wenzhou did not draw a conclusion, but when he saw Zhou Huaixin with his own eyes, he found that the reporter did not seem to be very reliable.

After seeing Zhang Donglai, Zhou Huaixin and others, Luo Wenzhou had to admit that among the prodigal sons who were produced locally in Yancheng, Fei Du probably had a relatively normal style.

Judging from the adult man's body, Zhou Huaixin was a little too "slim", almost a walking pole with sunken cheeks, which made the sensitive detectives almost suspect that he was taking drugs.

He wore a T-shirt with no idea what he had painted. He wore a suit-style vest on the outside. The vest was as long as his knees, and both sides were spread to his waist, like two buttocks hanging from the front and back. His right ear was cut from the ears down from the ears, and he had seven or eight ear holes, covered with metal rings, and thick eyeliner covered his eyelids. He was already crying and fainted from a pair of terrifying dark circles.

On the wall behind Zhou Huaixin was a masterpiece of his own, an oil painting, which was three meters long and had a very gloomy tone.

Luo Wenzhou is a person who is very insensitive to art, and his appreciation of art works is still at the point of "the more you look, the better". However, even so, when he saw this painting, he still felt an unbearable sense of suffocation. The color of the painting was dim and the lines were wild. At first glance, it seemed like a common storm theme. However, after careful observation, he found that the upper left corner of the canvas was actually a sun, and the rust-like reddish brown lines depicted not wind and rain, but light.

Large patches of reeds were drawn under the bloody light, all the plants lowered their heads, tilting around in vain, and a few human bones facing outside the canvas were hidden in it.

After staring at this painting for a long time, it is simply nauseating.

"I can't keep up with your trend," Luo Wenzhou asked Fei Du in a low voice, "What thoughts and feelings does that young Master Zhou express in this masterpiece?"

Fei Du looked at it twice, probably because the color of the lines looked too blood. He looked away with discomfort: "If I remember correctly, his painting should have been completed in a beach villa, and several supermodels were lying on the beach to be nude models for him."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

It turns out that the theme of this painting is "Red, white bones, color/i.e./is/empty".

"His style is really not very likable. Others don't know much about it. Anyway, I paid for his paintings for his father's sake." Fei Du finished speaking in a low voice, and happened to see Zhou Huaixin downstairs with his body in a state of shaking, wiping his tears while walking.

Fei Du Yangsheng greeted him: "Brother Zhou, is it okay?"

When Zhou Huaixin saw his acquaintance at first sight, his heart was filled with grievances almost burst out of his eyes, and he called "Master Fei" tremblingly. He crashed into Fei Du's arms like a "giant tits fell into the forest".

A perfume smell that smelled like prickly heat powder came to my face, and it surged strongly along the human nose, causing Luo Wenzhou to turn his head and sneeze.

Fei Du was driven back by him and straightened his shoulders and leaned on him, but his hand fell to the side without taking the initiative to have physical contact with the other party. He showed a gentleman's demeanor like a "gentleman". He whispered a few words to Zhou Huaixin, then raised an arm to help him, and slowly led Zhou Huaixin to the side and sat down.

Zhou Huaixin sobbed and asked, "Why are you here?"

The ins and outs of Fei Du’s matter are not easy to explain, so I simply simplifiedly said: “Study and intern at the Municipal Bureau.”

It was not until this time that Zhou Huaixin noticed a few strangers beside him. He bent down and pulled a dozen tissues from the table, and burped while saying, "Are you police... police? Master Fei, you love it, you are really niche... No, my heart hurts so much, please stick to me..."

He said, like a boneless mollusk, leaning into Fei Du's arms without hesitation. Luo Wenzhou's dog's nose smelled "prickly heat powder" and inexplicably felt disliked Zhou Huaixin, and spoke in an official manner: "It is said that you insist on not believing that Mr. Zhou's car accident was an accident. Is there any basis for this matter?"

Zhou Huaixin raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty: "My father insists on fitness every day and goes to run a marathon in spring. He can't suddenly disappear like this. Someone must have wanted to harm him!"

Lang Qiao, who was following the recorder, put down the book speechlessly and couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Mr. Xiao Zhou, I know you may not be able to accept the reality for the time being, but Mr. Zhou died in a car accident. Not to mention a marathon, even a triathlon has no function to prevent car accidents."

Zhou Huaixin choked up as if he was about to die, as if Lang Qiao was a big-eyed witch who persecuted the little princess.

Fei Du waved his hand at her, lowered his head and whispered: "Brother Zhou, this cannot be used as evidence."

Zhou Huaixin cried out with a "wow": "Don't you believe me either? My intuition is the most accurate. My father usually drives the big bulletproof glass car with bulletproof glass when he goes out. He got on this car today, but something happened. Is this a coincidence? He just celebrated his 73rd birthday last week. During the meal, he agreed to retire and wanted to make a will to leave some of the stocks in his hand to me and my brother. He just came back this week..."

When Zhou Huaixin said this, he seemed to suddenly realize what he had missed. He suddenly shut up and buried his head on Fei Du like he was "weak", covering his chest without saying a word.

"Mr. Zhou only has two sons. Even if he does not make a will, his property will belong to you brothers in the future," Luo Wenzhou's eyes poked on Zhou Huaixin like lightning. "Why do you think this will become a reason for him to be killed? Mr. Zhou, I know you are uncomfortable, but since you have reported the case, please take it seriously. Can you sit up and talk?"

"I don't know. I just paint and don't understand the things at home. You guys go and talk to my elder brother. Anyway, I have called him and he will arrive tomorrow morning." Zhou Huaixin raised his hand to cover his face and avoided Luo Wenzhou's gaze. "A car is as big as a weapon, which is much more fatal to swords and guns. The streets are full of people with legal weapons. If they are involved in human life, will it be covered by 'not intentional' and 'accident'? Do you care about the matter?"

The speaker seemed to be unintentional, but the listener was all intent, and the expression on Fei Du's face suddenly faded a little.

Luo Wenzhou grabbed Zhou Huaixin simply and roughly and pulled him off Fei Du: "The driver of the accident is dead. Mr. Zhou, are you hinting that someone is willing to commit his life to commit his life and want to murder your father?"

Zhou Huaixin looked at him faintly through his dark circles of eyes: "This police officer, don't you believe that money can buy life?"

Luo Wenzhou and the others had been entangled with Zhou Huaixin for nearly an hour, and they didn't know if this person was really stupid or pretending to be a grandson. Sometimes they could clearly notice his desire to speak but stopped. It seemed that they knew something, but it was not convenient to tell outsiders. Only when they were about to leave, Zhou Huaixin grabbed Fei Du and asked in an unknown way: "Have you heard those rumors?"

Fei Du gave Luo Wenzhou a look and patted Zhou Huaixin on the shoulder: "Don't think too much."

Zhou Huaixin refused to let go and asked in a low voice: "Can you accompany me to wait for my elder brother to come back?"

Before Fei Du could speak, Luo Wenzhou had already answered for him: "Stop being slow, I have to report tonight - 'Intern'."

Fei Du made a helpless gesture to Zhou Huaixin, and then Luo Wenzhou pushed it out of the door: "Hurry up."

Fei Du staggered for a moment, but didn't care. Instead, he lowered his head and laughed. He was urged by Luo Wenzhou to rush back to the official car.

Lang Qiao opened her eyes and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Fei, is that snake spirit like Zhou interesting to you?"

"No," Fei Du also whispered, "it's just emptiness, loneliness and coldness."

Lang Qiao was heartbroken: "You are so decay!"

Luo Wenzhou threw the car door, raised his hand to pull them away, and reached out to a little bit of Lang Qiao. He said, "If someone has so many estrogens, you won't be able to get married - Fei Du, Zhou Huaixin hides and refuses to say, what is the matter?"
Chapter completed!