The whistling police car had surrounded Dong Xiaoqing's accident scene, and the surveillance at the intersection clearly captured the entire process of the vehicle that caused the accident from hitting a person to escaping.

"Yes, it's this car," Luo Wenzhou was burning with fire in the place where he was swollen by the car mirror. His flesh was swollen, but it probably did not hurt his muscles and bones, which would not affect his on-site command. "This turtle boy was covered with his face at the time, and his body was fully armed, and he did not reveal a single hair. It was definitely not the first time he did such a thing. He suddenly turned around and hit someone at this speed. He would overturn his hand tide and would definitely be calculated in advance."

"Captain Luo, are you okay?" The colleague who was checking the surveillance next to him was frightened. "Why would you ask the doctor to deal with it first?"

"It's okay, I can't die." Luo Wenzhou was filled with fire that could burst out a hole in the ground, fearing that the sound would be loud and spurt the earth out of the solar system, barely pressing it down, and said as calmly as possible, "I need everyone to re-examine all the social relationships between Dong Xiaoqing and Dong Gan-e, especially Dong Gan, the fleet where he works, customers, what rest stops have he been to, where have he bought things and had eaten..."

"Captain Luo, let's bandage it, your hands are bleeding."

Luo Wenzhou was interrupted for the second time and finally exploded: "The murderer who committed the murderer along the road in broad daylight is still there. Why are you always staring at me?"

A circle of people around him was yelled as if they were silent, and the little doctor who was called to help was not daring to show off.

Luo Wenzhou irritably wiped the wound on his forearm on his shirt, and then realized that he had lost control, so he took a deep breath, and the speed of light suppressed the ineffective anger.

"Sorry, I wasn't rushing to you just now," Luo Wenzhou lowered his head slightly, and his voice eased. "This murderer killed someone in front of me, and he could even let him run away like this. This is my fault. I feel angry and have troubled my brothers."

My colleague next to me knew his temper and was very considerate: "Boss, it's a blessing that you are fine. Who can stop this? It's not Transformers."

Luo Wenzhou reluctantly smiled at him and said, "Since the murderer covered his head and face, it is unlikely that he would release the vehicle information and check it out easily. I think..."

Before he finished speaking, he was ordered to search for the vehicle that caused the accident, and the news came from his colleague: "Captain Luo, we found the owner of the vehicle that caused the accident. He was an ordinary white-collar worker, a woman. He happened to take a professional qualification examination today. The parking spaces near the test site were full. She said that she was almost late at that time. She was anxious and had to find an open space nearby. She was afraid that people would post a note, so she specially found a remote place without surveillance. The owner had an exam behind her. It was not until we contacted her that we knew that someone had pried her car."

Luo Wenzhou sighed, but he was hit by his crow's mouth again.

"Captain Luo, the road network surveillance captured the vehicle that caused the accident!"

Luo Wenzhou said in a deep voice: "Chasing!"

However, it was still too late.

Half an hour later, the police found the broken car in an abandoned factory yard. The front windshield of the white car that was originally well maintained was already broken into pieces. One of the rearview mirrors was left alone, like the "one ear" in a cartoon. The four doors on the car were wide open, and there was no ghost shadow. The broken headlights and twisted bumpers formed a sarcastic smiley face, with blood stains on it.

Luo Wenzhou heard the accompanying traces of the inspector whispering—

"It's really miserable. Can it be repaired?"

"I'm just a fucking car, who's driving it?"

"But this car is not cheap. It seems that the low-end naked car also needs to be 'thirty or forty'? Is the owner's family rich?"

"I guess it's not much money, and those who have verified are all working for people."

"If I were the owner of the car, I would probably be crazy. Isn't this a disaster?"

This group of technicians was directly transferred from the municipal bureau. They did not go to the scene of the murder or face the corpse directly. They did not think of the thrilling murder at the first time. Instead, they were ragged "murder weapons" that touched the eternal uneasiness of the working class - they abide by the laws every day, work hard every day, and save this and that one, and ten years of saving a condom of a house that can only go back to sleep every day, and save a car that is always blocked on the elevated road for five years, carry a loan, and can't take it all for a while when they are late, and feel like they have been a big mess.

After years of hard work, I was pried away by someone and easily ruined it. I still had no place to shout for justice. After all, compared to the little girl who broke into a rotten meat, she just threw a car, and it seemed like nothing big. She was very lucky.

The door and courtyard lock guard against gentlemen but not villains. All the laws and rules seem to be able to restrain the honest and responsible good people. In this way, "honest", "duty", "civilized", "reasonable"... these qualities are all wrong, and they are far less happy to be a mad dog biting people everywhere.

When Luo Wenzhou passed by, the technicians who were working consciously shut up under his low pressure. He circled around the scene and knew that the murderer had chosen to throw the car here. He was probably thinking and grasping it. He had already calculated why he retreated without knowing it. Now he should have disappeared from the crowd.

He sat back to the police car outside the scene alone and lit a cigarette.

The smell of smoke and the faint bloody smell on his body made Luo Wenzhou narrow his eyes. He thought for a while, took out a bottle of mineral water from the car, and rushed it to the scratches and scratches exposed outside, and then informed all relevant parties as briefly and accurately as possible.

When he arrived at Fei Du's place, Luo Wenzhou hesitated for a moment, guessing that he should be in the hospital. He took advantage of Zhou Huaijin's mind to shake things, so he only sent him a text message. Unexpectedly, before his phone was closed, Fei Du called the phone.

After hearing his question about not having to the village and not having to the shop behind, Luo Wenzhou slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "What's wrong with me?"

Fei Du was silent for a moment, and Luo Wenzhou heard his light and long breathing through the phone, lingering in his ears, making people calm for no reason.

Unfortunately, after a second of calm, a sensation suddenly broke out in the background sound of Fei Du's phone. Someone shouted something, followed by hurried footsteps and messy screams.

Fei Du looked up at Zhou Huaijin kneeling on the ground, and knew the rescue results through the body language of several medical staff.

Zhou was the big financial supporter of Hengai Hospital. Who dared not be negligent? They shouted and came forward to help him. The dean and the heads of various departments also arrived in a short time. The sound of "sading" was like a group of frogs in the pond after the rain, and the words "gulp" were all spoken.

Fei Du held up the phone number leading to Luo Wenzhou and thought to himself: "Zhou Huaixin seems to be gone."

As soon as this thought came out, his heart skipped a beat, as if the movement of a small stone rolling over while driving.

"I think it should be easy to catch up with Dong Xiaoqing with your ability," Fei Du stared at the black door of the operating room without blinking. At the same time, he spoke to Luo Wenzhou again in a steady tone. "You have participated in many hostage-taking incidents. It is impossible for a girl with a knife to be unable to hold back. Even if she makes up her mind to break herself after killing someone, I believe that as long as she hesitates for a second, it will be enough for you to take advantage of the mechanism to subdue her. So why did she die? Is there something unexpected?"

Fei Du's sound was like a bowl of warm water, and followed the signal and slowly flowed into Luo Wenzhou's ears. For some reason, his burning mood was washed away in these few words. Luo Wenzhou twisted the smoke and supported his forehead with his thumb. He wanted to see Fei Du for no reason.

"I can't explain it clearly in a few words - the colleagues in the bureau are already in Hengai Hospital. What's the situation with Zhou Huaijin? Have you explained anything?"

"I confessed that the kidnapping case was planned by him."

"Okay, let them control the people and take them back to the city bureau first," Luo Wenzhou paused and said, "You are waiting for me in the hospital."

Fei Du seemed to have not noticed his last gentle tone, hung up the phone and walked straight to Zhou Huaijin.

Zhou Huaijin had neither tears nor expression on her face, but stared at the operating room in disbelief... until the person covered with a white cloth was pushed out. He suddenly had no idea where he got the strength, and suddenly broke away from the people around him who were trying to pull him, and pounced on him regardless of the consequences. His first reaction was to reach out to lift the white cloth covering the face of the deceased, and he had to see clearly by himself.

Zhou Huaixin lay there quietly, his face pale and a little gray, indeed not at all similar to his life, reminding Fei Du of a painting he bought from him - it was painted on the bustling intersection of the high street, the tall buildings and billboards were randomly painted with large grays of varying shades. Walking on the street were all skeletons of water. They were wearing brightly colored and different styles of clothes, which divided the skeletons into men, women, young and old, and in all the same grades.

Zhou Huaixin's painting skills are limited, and he is at the level of being neither up nor down. He always chooses some subjects that hang in the living room that make people question the owner's illness. Many people who buy his paintings just to curry favor with him, and when they buy them, they will accumulate dust in the bottom of the box. Fei Du and his friends who took Zhou Huaixin's paintings, they always joked a few times, and often asked him: "Master Zhou, when will you die? Once you die, this painting will appreciate."

Now, the paintings that were piled up under the bed, in the basement, and in the debris storage room have finally waited for the greatest good news and are expected to see the light of day again.

"Mr. Zhou, don't look at Mr. Zhou!"

Everyone hurriedly wanted to pull Zhou Huaijin away. Zhou Huaijin's lips trembled, and he seemed to have not come back to his senses.

Fei Du looked at him: "Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Huaijin struggled to gather the remaining mind in the chaos and looked at him weakly: "I...sorry, I... have a little confused now..."

At this time, the police came in and received a notice from Luo Wenzhou, intending to take Zhou Huaijin away.

Fei Du waved his back to them, waved his hand slightly, signaled them to wait, and walked over to Zhou Huaijin and said, "They have procedures for doing things. I'm afraid you will have to go with them later. Mr. Zhou, I can trust me, and I can take care of Huaixin for you for the time being."

Zhou Huaijin glanced at the policeman surrounding him, as if she wanted to look back at Zhou Huaixin. I don’t know if I dared or what happened, but this look was still not done.

After this, Zhou Huaijin still instinctively maintained his image in front of outsiders after the initial shock. He broke away from the support of the bodyguard, stood up straight, and nodded at Fei Du: "Then I'll trouble you."

Fei Du stabbed him in the heart again without hesitation: "Huaixin tried his best to protect you. I definitely hope you can be well. Mr. Zhou, you should take care of yourself."

Zhou Huaijin turned his back to him and staggered.

"Oh, by the way," Fei Du looked at his back, "There is another very important thing. I forgot to say just now - actually when we did paternity tests for Yang Bo and Mr. Zhou, we also collected samples of you and Huaixin. Mr. Zhou, I don't know how complicated your family relationship is, but DNA is simple and clear."

Zhou Huaijin's pupils suddenly shrank, and there was a vague premonition in Fei Du's gentle pause, and he slowly turned around.

Fei Du shook his head with a pity, and covered a faint smile on his lips: "It's very strange. The paternity test results show that you are Zhou Junmao's biological child."

For a moment, Zhou Huaijin seemed to be unable to understand Chinese and stared at Fei Du blankly. Then he ran through the audience with difficulty with his chaotic reflex nerves. He jumped over and grabbed Fei Du's collar, and said in a slight manner: "What did you say? You...you say it again..."

When a person's spiritual world collapses, stare at his eyes and see a very spectacular view, like an avalanche on a high mountain, a tornado swept across the village, a tsunami of dozens of meters high pounced on the continent, and groups of meteorites poured down—

Fei Du clearly felt that unparalleled pleasure, which was the fascination of sadists and murderers pursuing together through ancient times.

The criminal police next to him suspected that Zhou Huaijin was going to commit a crime, so he rushed forward and controlled him with all his might. The legendary man, as he was named, always in front of others, was roaring in a collapse: "No! No! You say it again! It's impossible!"

"Is it okay?" A policeman helped Fei Du.

"It's okay," Fei Du reached out to put his collar, "This person is optimistic. If he really can't do it, give him a sedative. Don't worry, when he wakes up, he will tell everything - thank you for your hard work, you can go back first, I'll wait for Team Luo for a while."

After hearing his words, the policeman nodded, hurriedly caught up with his colleagues, walked more than ten steps away, and for some reason he looked back at Fei Du, feeling a little creepy without reason.

Fei Du settled Zhou Huaixin's body in an orderly manner, notified the forensic doctor, and cleverly got rid of the head of Hengai Hospital who was eager to inquire about the situation, and waited for Luo Wenzhou at the entrance of the hospital.

Luo Wenzhou was afraid that he would not be able to see the blood, so he had already treated all the conspicuous wounds on his body on the way. He was ready to directly send Fei Du to the hospital, but he didn't know that Fei Du had to be all his tail, and there was a rare rosy on his pale face.

The two exchanged information in a few words - Luo Wenzhou hesitated for a moment, concealing the words Dong Xiaoqing said to him, and Fei Du said Zhou Huaijin's confession in a straightforward manner, omitting how he forced Zhou Huaijin to collapse step by step.

Luo Wenzhou heard the incredible grudges of the Zhou family, and glanced at Fei Du, and couldn't help but say, "Actually, you are just pretending to be blood-drowsed, right?"

Fei Du smiled but did not answer, saying, "Senior brother probably didn't have the mood to date me today. Can you please send me home? - You have been there before in the villa."

Fei Du usually lives in the city and lives in a small apartment near their group. Luo Wenzhou was stunned for a moment before he realized that Fei Du was referring to the house where his mother passed away: "What are you doing there?"

Fei Duxi's words are like Jindi and said: "There is something."

Luo Wenzhou frowned, vaguely feeling that Fei Du was not normal - after hearing that Dong Xiaoqing died, he called Luo Wenzhou back to ask about his condition immediately. When he met him, he was full of colorful flowers and didn't even ask questions. A man who usually talked so much was leaning against the co-pilot and closed his eyes and rested without saying a word.

It is not far from Hengai Hospital to Feidu’s villa. It will arrive in twenty minutes without traffic jams. Luo Wenzhou parked the bus at the door of the gloomy and gorgeous mansion and pushed Feidu for a while: "It's here."

Fei Du opened his eyes, his eyes as cold as inorganic substances. He didn't even say thank you, and pushed the cart door without saying a word.

Luo Wenzhou finally couldn't help but grab Fei Du's wrist: "Wait, what's wrong with you?"

Fei Du struggled hard, but naturally he couldn't break free. He sighed as if exhausted and said softly, "Let me go."

The more Luo Wenzhou looked at him, the more he felt something was wrong. Of course, he was worried and let go: "You..."
Chapter completed!