Chapter 5: Julien

The man was tall, wearing a black shirt, sturdy trousers, and pockets. His legs were relaxed in front of him, and his long hair fell on his shoulders. As long as someone looked at him, his glance was immediately over. There will be two bowls of smiles, and don't show it like money.
Lang Qiao has grown so big and hasn't seen a man who deliberately flirts at the door of the Public Security Bureau: "Deputy Tao, are you friends?"
Tao Ran seems to have a toothache.
Lang Qiao was very keen, immediately realizing that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and inexplicably asked, "how?"
Tao Ran just wanted to walk over to speak, and Luo Wenzhou, who had been silent, suddenly reached out and clasped his elbow, and lifted his chin at the man: "Fei Du, what are you doing here?"
Fei Du closed his long legs, raised his eyelid and glanced at him: "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know the land name of Luo."
Luo Wenzhou squinted his eyes blankly, Fei Du looked at him with a smile, completely unknown. Lang Qiao felt a murderous force for no reason.
After a while, Fei Du looked very hard and looked back, and turned to Tao Ran: "Tao Ran got in the car, and he will leave a note for Luo team."
Before Tao Ran had time to reply, Luo Wenzhou interrupted him indifferently: "Did I say that I am off work? You two will return to the office with me immediately. You must find Zhang Bureau as soon as possible to report the progress, and you need to add a case discussion meeting."
Lang Qiao: "..."
Did n’t you just say "Tomorrow"!
Fei Du sighed lazily: "Boss menopause is really one of the tragedies in the world, so let's go, Brother Tao and that pretty policewoman sister take my car and I will take you back to the city bureau. It ’s been a hard day, so let ’s sit The more spacious car stretches its legs. "
"It's not spacious? Fei Zong, then you should never experience a car, that guarantees that you can't even stretch your arms."
"Thank you for reminding-Tao Ran, I booked a place in a restaurant near your unit. Even if I have to work overtime, I have to eat first, right?"
"We the people's public servants don't eat, and the murderers haven't grasped them, and their faces eat?"
Lang Qiao has not yet figured out who he offended.
Tao Ran, who was completely inaccessible, finally couldn't bear it: "Okay, you two are over!"
Luo Wenzhou gave a sneer, turned and walked away: "Follow—Lang Dayan, what do you want to see? Want to see Xiaobailian go home and see for himself, don't delay time here!"
"Well, beauty, do you want to consider changing your career to our company?" Fei Chonglangqiao tilted his head very "overbearingly," "It's too ruthless for you to be a police officer like this. I will give you five times the salary. "
Tao Ran stared back at him: "You can say a few more words!"
Fei Du gave him a firm look, nodded "behaviorally", and of course rubbed the fire: "Okay, it's yours."
Luo Wenzhou: "Why Tao Ran?
No one could offend the two uncles. Police Officer Tao had to roll his eyes at the innocent night sky and quickly follow Luo Wenzhou.
After taking a few steps, he turned around subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw Feidu standing still and watching his back, and seeing him turning back, Feidu seemed to have expected this scene, and smiled wryly, stretched out , Put a bit on his lips, and then gave Tao Ran a light flick.
Tao Ran: "..."
If the international community had also given a prize to Playboy, Mr. Fei might have won Nobel.
Luo Wenzhou drove the police car all the way to Chang'e No. 3, and the pig fled into the ground and flew back to the city bureau. But the seemingly bulky big suv could always linger behind them.
Lang Qiao for a long time, did not hold back his mouth and owed a sentence: "Who is that little fresh meat? The car is really slippery."
Tao Ran turned back and handed her a vague look, telling her not to use which pot to lift, but it was too late.
Luo Wenzhou saw in the rear-view mirror that Fei Du parked his car at the gate of the city bureau and called the traffic police brigade next door: "We have an illegal parking at the door, and you should stick to it. The kid has money, and a few more stickers . "
After a while, a little traffic police called him back with a trembling: "Luo team, I posted a note and told him‘ Parking in violation of the rules, a fine of two hundred. ’

Luo Wenzhou: "What's wrong?"
The little traffic policeman said, "Oh, he gave me a thousand and said he would stop for another 800 yuan."
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
Lang Qiao gave him a careful look: "Boss, are you still having a meeting?"
Luo Wenzhou: "Nonsense!"
However, it was impossible for Luo Wenzhou to keep Tao Ran under control. The results of their one-day work were clear, and there were not so many shifts.
Fei Du stacked a boat with a ticket, opened the air conditioner, and leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair. He looped an English song in the car fragrance, and when it reached the eighth time, Tao Ran came out.
Tao Ran is not a very particular person. He has an old briefcase slung across his shoulders. His leather shoes are messy. He has n’t wiped his shoes for a few days. He has a band-aid on his chin, and his face is full of exhaustion. Image, he stepped on Fei Du's window: "You haven't moved yet?"
Fei Du shook the window down, and the looping "up" couldn't wait to break away from the gap in the window. "Hula" flew into the night and spread out melodiously.
Tao Ran listened to this song, but his face changed somehow, but before he could say anything, Fei Du turned off the speaker casually.
"The video of your frame was posted online, I just happened to see it," Fei Du got out of the car and pointed his finger at the band-aid on Tao Ran's chin. "A little worried about you, is it okay?"
Tao Ran smiled bitterly—it is better to be trapped between Luo Wenzhou and Fei Du when dealing with ten mass fighting.
"Okay, will I dodge the menopause next time?" Fei Du took his bag. "Do you want to drive or ride?"
"Excuse me, then the 'menopause' will be with me for a term." Tao Ran pulled the door and entered the driver's seat. "Why do you change another car?"
"Don't you think that my cars are too noisy," Fei Du casually walked around to the co-driver. "I bought another one, this one is cheap and stable, and I will pick you up later."
Tao Ran gave his seatbelt a stunned meal. Then he looked at Fei Du and said positively, "I would marry my wife early if I could get a higher salary and less duty, and now maybe the child will leave."
"I know," Fei Du held his side window, leaned his head and smiled at him. "You look at the children who chase the stars. They spend time and money all day and night, and they have no purpose. They just want to be happy. I Being nice to you is also the greatest enjoyment of this day. If you hurt me for so many years, you should bear with me. "
Tao Ran: "..."
Fei Du: "Tao Ran, I invite you to dinner."
"I'm full when I see you." Tao Ran freed his hand and pressed Fei Dutou. "Who is called" Tao Ran "? Don't tell me nothing."
"I ..." Fei Du said with affectionate words, then suddenly changed the tone, "What a ghost!"
It turned out that the police officer Tao Ran had a simple style. The shoulder bag was produced in the Qing Dynasty. It was in disrepair for a long time. I often saw the mood and cracked when I pulled the zipper. After accidentally letting my mouth rush down, a folder leaked out of it, and several photos fell on his leg in a mess. The face of the corpse was particularly blue and fangs in the dim light.
Fei Du took a sigh of relief on the spot. If he hadn't fastened his seat belt, he would have just jumped up. "Is this a dead man? Why is it so ugly?"
"That's important information. Don't mess around. Pack me up quickly."
Fei Du stiffly straightened his neck, resolutely refused to look down at the dead man on his leg: "No, no, I'm dizzy."
"No blood." Tao Ran sighed exhaustedly. "You are not afraid of Luo Wenzhou even when you are worried about a ghost, or are you afraid of the dead?"
Fei Du fumbled and put the scattered photos and materials into the document bag, covering his eyes with one hand, and carefully glanced, but he did not see the blood, he was slightly relieved, and squeezed them like mines. Scattered information to put them back in place.
This difficult task made Fei Du honest for five minutes. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Is he killing?"
Tao Ran responded: "Well, but it is still under investigation, and the details of the case are not easy to leak."
Fei Du said "Oh", and he didn't really ask. He put the folder back in place, re-clamped it, and looked down at the broken zipper on the bag with a little shimmer, saying casually, "Poor."
Tao Ran: "Huh?"
"I'm looking forward to seeing somebody. I didn't expect people to think he was better off." Fei Du looked at the zipper head for a while, and started to stir.
Tao Ran Yiyi: "How do you say?"
"Well," Fei Du said, "you did not shoot the deceased's coat alone, the labels on it have not been cut."
"That clothes has been checked and sold in a small shop nearby. The owner and the monitor have confirmed that the clothes were indeed bought by the deceased."
"I didn't say it was put on by the murderer. Do I have to put on another piece of clothes to kill someone?" Fei Du laughed. "The new clothes are worn out without cutting labels. It is likely that the price of the clothes is higher than his The level of consumption, and because you need to wear it on some occasions, you want to wear it again and return it. Some students who are less affluent will do this when they first start the interview-is he left-handed? "
Tao Ran gave a meal. He went to He Zhongyi's rental house and quickly reviewed the position of everything: "No."
Fei Du shrugged: "The shoes on his left foot have obvious signs of wear and tear-of course, people's superior hands and feet are not on the side, of course, but I think the possibility is that his shoes are borrowed."
However, according to the testimony of the campus security, the person he met before his death should be a familiar male, most likely a fellow villager, or even a relative-otherwise he would not use dialects.
At this point, when he arrived at his destination, Tao Ran parked his car: "Do you mean ... the deceased was deliberately dressed before his death, so he probably met a woman?"
"It's not necessarily, although fancy thinking borrows clothes and shoes, but the dress is more formal and formal. I think he is more like an interview job, or see a person who is very respectful to him. If it is to see a girl, that The girl should also have met for the first time after being introduced. "Fei Du opened and re-zipped the old briefcase, gently dragged it, and it did not spread, he handed the bag to Tao Ran," The zipper is loose. It ’s tighter for you again-if I came out to meet you, for example, I would n’t wear a three-piece suit, I would just spray a little extra perfume. "
Fei Du ’s eyes are not pure black, and the color is a bit light, especially in the dark. When he stares directly at someone, the eyes always seem to have something to say, causing people to sink involuntarily. .
Unfortunately, Tao's vice team is blind.
He just followed Fei Du's words seriously for a moment, and thoughtfully asked, "What do you think it means to put a sticker on his forehead after killing a person?"
Fei Du looked back indifferently: "Oh, it might be to prevent corpses."
Tao Ran: "..."
"It may also be that you regret after killing someone, and subconsciously imitate others' actions to express respect and sadness for the dead."
Tao Ran thought about it and asked, "What if it didn't cover the entire face? For example, it was just a small note sticking to the deceased's hair, covering only the small piece between his forehead and eyes."
"Forehead? Elders teach children, strong people bully disadvantaged people, punish pets ... will hit their foreheads-may also represent a label that is sold in the mall, what is written on the note?"
"money."
Fei Du raised an eyebrow, his long eyebrows were almost obliquely submerged into the horns, and he looked cold and handsome.
"how?"
"I don't know, there are too few words, and it's easy to be misleading to over-read." Fei Du smiled. "Tao Ran, it's your house."
Tao Ran turned around and realized that he had talked too much with him. He pushed the door of the car and was trying to leave. He suddenly remembered something, and then asked, "Have you eaten? Go up and wait. I'll give you The bowl of ravioli. "
Fei Du stared for a moment, his eyes glanced away for a moment: "You invited me to your house? Are you afraid that progress is going too fast?"
Although he was very ambiguous, he was sitting still in the car.
"If you don't want to come, just say you don't want to come, anyway, you're not bad enough." Tao Ran held the door and bent down slightly, "Hand stretched out."
Fei Du somehow stretched out his hand, Tao Ran took out a thing and stuffed it into his palm: "When you want to plunge into a sea, the best way is to change your clothes and swim two laps instead of holding a life buoy in the air. Soak your feet beside you-you don't want to bend me, don't make a fool of me again, brother goes home, you go back and drive slowly. "
Fei Du watched in silence as he walked into some old Guanzilou, and looked down at what Tao Ran gave him. It was the card he had given in the morning to send flowers. The perfume hadn't faded, and a handful of toffees.
Toffee is an old brand. I haven't seen it in the market for several years. Fei Du always thought that the manufacturer had closed down. I don't know where Tao Ran came from ...
It may also be the expired sugar left over from the past, anyway, the production date is not visible in bulk.
Fei Du peeled one and ate it—the old bargain, with a rough texture and sticky teeth, but fortunately sweet.
He turned on the speaker, reopened the song that Tao Ran frowned, and looped indefinitely, sitting quietly for a while.
It wasn't until he had eaten a handful of sugar that he got up and changed to the driver's seat. As soon as he moved, he found that a photo had fallen on the car.
It was a small photo of the ID, which fell into the gap in the seat, but I didn't see it when I packed it.
Fei Du turned on the built-in lights and picked up the ID photo of the deceased. Unlike the corpse of Fang Caiqing's fangs, this time, he could see the looks of the deceased.
Fei Du stared at the crescent scar on the young man's forehead in the photo, and frowned slowly.