Chapter 62: Macbeth (3)

"Car accident?" Luo Wenzhou asked in surprise, "what did the car accident ask me for? 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, feeling the bright sunshine in the evening turbulent, "Wouldn't you say that Zhou Junmao?"
Fei Du next meal, looked up silently.
Zhou Junmao is a famous overseas Chinese. He is now 73 years old. He was born in Dongdaogou, a suburb of Yancheng City. He lived overseas in his early years. He started with upside down building materials, blue roads, and started from scratch. Later, he founded Zhou Group, an aircraft carrier-class multinational company. . In recent years, the age is getting older, maybe because of the idea of ​​falling leaves to return to their roots, Zhou ’s investment focus has continued to tilt inward.
Zhou Junmao is not an ordinary celebrity. He is low-key, simple in life, and very enthusiastic about public welfare. He has made outstanding contributions to the infrastructure construction of his hometown. The prosperity of the entire Dongdaogou area has half his credit, and there is a road there Called "Junmao Road", it is the only street in the entire Yancheng area named after a living person.
Just half an hour ago, Zhou Junmao was on his way back from the airport to his residence in Yancheng. He suddenly encountered a rear end of a large truck. The rear end of the truck was squeezed in. The old man sitting in the back seat died on the spot. The driver and The bodyguard on the first officer was seriously injured and was being rescued in the hospital.
This is a very tragic traffic accident. It is conceivable that once the news leaks, the stocks of Zhou Group will definitely have a sharp fluctuation.
Just then, the youngest son of the Zhou family, who happened to be in Yancheng, came and insisted that his father had been murdered, and he insisted that the criminal police deal with it.
"Director Zeng has already taken the forensic person. Let's go to the scene and say hello to the traffic police team before going to Zhou's house." Luo Wenzhou took Lang Qiao, who was on duty, and was embarrassed to leave early. Xiao Haiyang and a Tim Fei rushed to the airport expressway. "Rest assured that you will not work overtime for a month. What is going on? Even if this accident is artificial, it is estimated that it will have to be hosted by the investigator. We have the most. It is assistance. "
Lang Qiao asked curiously: "General Fei, you know so many rich people, have you seen this Zhou Junmao?"
"I've seen it once, but I don't think it makes much sense," Fei Du seems to have become a good standard student, sitting in a car out of the field, and not forgetting to take a tutorial to pretend, "I compare with his younger son Familiar-the one who insists on calling the police. "
Lang Qiao bowed his head and began to check the Internet: "Zhou Junmao has two sons, the eldest son Zhou Huaijin ... Wow, young talent, Yishui's prestigious school experience, he has helped to manage his assets at home very early. He is abroad all year round. Is it a painter? Hey Fei, are you talking about him? How do you two know each other because they both like art? "
"Oh, no," Fei Du replied, "because we are all prodigals who don't do their jobs."
Lang Qiao: "..."
There was no traffic jam at the airport's high-speed direction, and before the time was completely dark, a group of people rushed to the crime scene.
Fei Du was about to get out of the car and was shot by Luo Wenzhou in the car door. He stumbled first, then turned back, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly, like a weasel ironed by a chicken thigh, toward the back of Luo Wenzhou. I glanced at it without showing any joy, just waiting in the car calmly.
Luo Wenzhou turned around at the scene and found that the dead and wounded were pulled away, and the scene was basically cleaned up. As long as he did not pick up the area surrounded by the yellow line, he could hardly find any obvious blood stains, and he beckoned. Release Fei Du from the car.
Fei Du followed him and said gently in his ear, "I am flattered by Team Luo."
"Is this shocked?" Luo Wenzhou gave him an unflinching glance, "Then your shocked spiritual world is quite undulating-Lao Qiu, where are you going? Here!"
The traffic police responsible for handling the accident is named Qiu, and is also an acquaintance of Luo Wenzhou. The acquaintances of Luo team are all over the world, covering 360 rows.
Fei DuLan watched and thought that a person like Luo Wenzhou must have grown up in a very loose and enlightened environment. When he was young, he had enjoyed unreserved petting and attention. After being overwhelmingly sinister, even for professional needs, becoming savvy and keen, his bones remain open to the whole world.
Sometimes I stop on the street and look at the men, women, and children who pass by. I feel that everyone is almost the same. You are wearing shirts and trousers, and I am also wearing shirts and trousers. Looking down, retired elderly and blonde foreigners walking along the roadside. People step on the same brand of sneakers, almost making people have the illusion that this is the same world.
People who live in the sun can't imagine that their buddies who are fangs and farts suffer from torture that they can't break free and take for granted. Depressed people can't understand that those who are passing by are really not smiling.
Just like this, he and Luo Wenzhou stood together. At first glance, it seemed as if they were from the same country.
The skin often hides the truth.
"If you want to say if there is any inside information on this matter, you have to check it. Anyway, if you let me see, I think it is a traffic accident with full responsibility for the rear car." Traffic policeman Lao Qiu greeted them to watch the surveillance, "This car Bentley is Zhou Junmao's car. It comes out of the airport and drives all the way, and the driver drives very well. This is not a problem. The big cargo that came in came from 'North Yuanqiao'. We started from the monitoring at the Beiyuanqiao intersection and numbered it into one. number."
Lao Qiu arranged the dense cameras on the high speed according to the number and placed them one by one: "At that time, there were not many cars in the direction of the airport high speed. Starting from the No. 4 surveillance, large goods were driven in the same lane as Bentley. There were a few other cars in the middle. They passed one after another, and went to the 16th to monitor here. This big cargo and the front car were gone, but the distance between the cars was quite safe. Then you see- "
When the large truck passed the No. 18 monitoring, the distance from the front car suddenly decreased significantly. A closer look revealed that it was accelerating very evenly, as if the driver's foot on the accelerator had forgotten to take it down.
When passing the monitoring on the 20th, the speed camera showed that the speed of the large truck was close to 140 kilometers per hour, which clearly exceeded the speed limit. Then, the truck driver was blind and chased the front car at this speed. At the end of the event, the 21st surveillance completely captured the whole process of rear-end collision. At that time, the collision was terrible. Even if you were psychologically prepared, you could still see the person's chest.
Luo Wenzhou: "What about the driver?"
"Dead, I'm out of gas before I get to the hospital," Lao Qiu said. "The driving records show that he has been driving this car for ten hours, driving properly and fatigued. If it wasn't for the deceased's family, he would have been noisy. It was murder. I personally watched this surveillance, and I felt that it was actually quite simple. The driver was asleep after fatigued driving, and his foot was kept on the throttle without loosening, so that the car kept accelerating. Now. "
Luo Wenzhou asked: "Who is this driver? Is there a criminal record?"
"The driver is Dong Gan, 49 years old. He is a big cargo driver who runs and transports people. They just came over to recognize the dead. They belonged to a convoy. They said that Dong Gan was a very honest man who ran on this road. It's been 10 years since it happened, and there have never been any accidents. Which crime criminals with criminal records are scrambling around? Besides, it doesn't look like he can be related to Bentley. Xiali is almost the same. "Old Qiu took the cigarette from Luo Wenzhou. "Luo team, do you say that the family is unreliable? Wouldn't it be those rich people who want to get eyeballs and news?"
Luo Wenzhou did not jump to a conclusion, but when he saw Zhou Huaixin in person, he found that the reporter did not seem to be very reliable.
After meeting Zhang Donglai, Zhou Huaixin, and others, Luo Wenzhou had to admit that among the prodigals produced in Yancheng, Feidu was probably quite normal.
Judging by the size of the adult man, Zhou Huaixin was a little "slim" over-exposed, almost a walking numbing rod, and his cheeks were sunken, which made sensitive criminal police almost suspect him of taking drugs.
He wore a t-shirt with no idea of ​​what to draw, and a suit-style vest was worn on the outside. The vest was as long as his knees, opened to the waist on both sides, like two fart curtains hanging from the front and back, right Seven or eight pierced ears were punched from the ear to the ear, covered with metal rings, and the thick eyeliner was covered on the eyelid. This would already be crying, and a pair of horrible dark circles fainted.
On the wall behind Zhou Huaixin is a masterpiece of his own, an oil painting, three meters long, with a very gloomy color.
Luo Wenzhou belongs to people who are very insensitive to art, and his appreciation of fine art works is still at the level of "the more like the real, the better". Even so, when he saw the painting, he still had an unbearable feeling of suffocation. The painting had a dim color and frantic lines. At first glance, it seemed to be a common theme of storms. However, after careful observation, it turned out that the upper left corner of the canvas turned out to be a sun. Those rusty red-brown lines depict not wind and rain, but light.
Under the blood-colored light, large swaths of reeds were drawn, all the plants bowed their heads, crooked and crooked, and several human skeletons facing away from the canvas were looming.
Staring at this picture for a long time is almost revolting.
"I can't keep up with you," Luo Wenzhou asked Fei Du with a low voice. "What kind of thoughts and feelings did Master Xiaozhou express?"
Fei Du glanced around, probably the color of the line was too bloody, and he looked away uncomfortably: "If I remember correctly, his painting should have been done in a beach villa, several The supermodel lay on the beach and made him a mannequin. "
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
It turns out that the theme of this painting is "red-faced, bonbons".
"His style is not very flattering. How others are not very clear. Anyway, I paid for his dad for his dad's sake." Fei Du whispered, just seeing Zhou Huaixin's pinned bones Standing on the ground floor, wiping tears while walking.
Fei Duyang greeted him: "Brother Zhou, are you okay?"
When Zhou Huaixin saw an acquaintance at first glance, his grievances almost got out of his eyes, and he trembled and called "Fei Ye". He was like a "giant milk bird tossing in the forest" and bumped into Fei Duhuai in.
A perfume that smelled like zongzi powder slammed into his face, and swelled strongly along the human nasal cavity, causing Luo Wenzhou to tilt his head and sneeze.
Fei Du took a half step back, and leaned his shoulders back to him, but his hands fell to the side, he did not take the initiative to have physical contact with the other party, and the gentleman was a little "gentle gentleman". He whispered a few words of relief to Zhou Huaixin, then raised an arm to help him, and slowly led Zhou Huaixin to the side and sat down.
Zhou Huaixin hesitated and asked, "How come you?"
The ins and outs of Fei Du's story are not easy to explain, and he simply said, "Studying and internship at the municipal bureau."
Until then, Zhou Huaixin noticed that there were a few strangers next to him. He bent down and took a dozen tissues from the table. He cried and said, "Are you the policeman ... the policeman? Faye, you love and have a small hobby. People ... No, my heart hurts so I can rely on ... "
He said, like a boneless mollusk, he leaned into Fei Du's arms unceremoniously. Luo Wenzhou's dog nose smelled of "Zizi powder taste". He felt uncomfortable looking at Zhou Huaixin and opened his mouth in official business. "It is said that you insisted that you did not believe that Mr. Zhou's car accident was an accident. Is there any basis for this?"
Zhou Huaixin lifted his heavy eyelids hard: "My dad insists on fitness every day, and he also runs a marathon in spring. He cannot suddenly disappear like this, someone must have wanted to hurt him!"
Lang Qiao, who was taking a note beside him, silently put down the small book and couldn't help but interjected, "Mr. Zhou, I know you may not accept the reality for a while, but Mr. Zhou died in a car accident, let alone a marathon. , Even triathlon has no function to prevent accidents. "
Zhou Huaixin choked as if to die, as if Langqiao was a big-eyed witch who persecuted the little princess.
Fei Duo waved her hands, lowered his head and said softly, "Brother Zhou, this cannot be used as evidence."
Zhou Huaixin cried out in a "wow": "Don't you believe me? My instincts are the most accurate. Dad usually drives the big car with bulletproof glass when he goes out. He took this car today, but Did something happen? Is it a coincidence? He just passed his 73rd birthday last week. He said that he was ready to retire. He wanted to make a will and left some of the stock in me and my brother. As soon as he returned this week ... ... "
Zhou Huaixin said this, as if suddenly realizing that he had missed something, he shut his mouth suddenly, and buried his head in Fei Du with a
weak wind
, and held his chest tightly.
"Mr. Zhou has only two sons. Even if he does not make a will, his property will be your brothers in the future," Luo Wenzhou poked at Zhou Huaixin with electric eyes. "Why do you think this will be the reason for his killing? Xiao Zhou Sir, I know you are uncomfortable, but since the case is reported, 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 asked my elder brother to say, anyway, I called him anyway, and he arrived early tomorrow." Zhou Huaixin raised his hand to cover his face, avoiding Luo Wenzhou His eyes, "A car as big as a weapon is more deadly than a knife. The streets are full of people who are legally armed with weapons. If they are killed, they can only be covered by the 'unintentional' accident." No matter what? "
The speaker seemed unintentional, but the listener was attentive, and the expression on Fei Du's face suddenly faded.
Luo Wenzhou picked up Zhou Huaixin simply and rudely, and took him off from Fei Du: "The driver of the accident is dead, Mr. Xiao Zhou, are you implying that we have someone who lives for his life and murders his father?"
Zhou Huaixin glanced at him quietly through thick dark circles: "This police officer, don't you believe that money can kill you?"
Luo Wenzhou and they had been entangled with Zhou Huaixin for nearly an hour. They didn't know if the man was really brain disabled or pretending to be a grandson. Sometimes he could clearly notice that his words stopped and seemed to know what it was, but it was not convenient for outsiders to say. Only when they were leaving, Zhou Huaixin held Fei Du, meaning unclearly, "Have you heard those rumors?"
Fei Du gave Luo Wenzhou a look and patted Zhou Huaixin's shoulder with his hand: "Don't think too much."
Zhou Huaixin refused to let go, and whispered, "Can you accompany me to wait for my brother to come back?"
Before Fei Du had time to speak, Luo Wenzhou had already answered on his behalf: "Don't grind, you have to report at night-'Intern'."
Fei Du made a gesture of help to Zhou Huaixin and was immediately pushed out of the door by Luo Wenzhou: "Hurry up."
Fei Du stomped at the foot, but did not care, but smiled, and was urged by Luo Wenzhou to return to the official car.
Lang Qiao opened his eyes and whispered, "Fei Zong, what snake spirit from that week is interesting to you?"
"No," Fei Du whispered. "It's empty and lonely."
Lang Qiao distressed: "You are rotten!"
Luo Wenzhou threw the door, pulled up the two of them, and stretched out his hand a little Langqiao. He said, "If you have so many estrogen, you won't be able to marry-Fei Du, Zhou Huaixin secretive What the is going on? "
"Rumors of the rivers and lakes," Fei Duo sat upright, and "the highly respected Mr. Zhou has an illegitimate child."