Chapter 88: Macbeth (29)

"The day they last went to Dong Xiaoqing to talk to the ocean, Dong Xiaoqing took a courier from the electric gate at the door," Tao Ran said. "The list was printed very clearly and could be seen from the camera. It was sent by Dong Qian to himself. "
Luo Wenzhou glanced at Fei Du. If Fei ’s eyes were a bit lazy just now, it would be completely sober, staring at the hands-free mobile phone.
Luo Wenzhou said, "But if I remember correctly, the last time Xiao Haiyang visited Dong's house was several days before Zhou Huaijin was assassinated. Why didn't the person who killed Dong Xiaoqing take advantage of this time?"
"At that time, there was a media reporter at Dong Xiaoqing's house, and she had been hiding in the house without going out. The risk of murder was too high, and no one could be sure what Dong Gan sent home. If Dong Gan sent back The home is just something that is irrelevant. Instead, they rush into action and start to frighten the snake. "
I don't know what Luo Wenzhou remembered, and he said "um" lightly, "You go on."
"Three days later, Dong Xiaoqing went out, first went to the flower shop to buy flowers, and then took the bus to Heng'ai Hospital. No one knew that she had a knife in her bag. The girl was innocent and harmless at the time. The driver's family members felt guilty and went to visit the victim's family members. I don't think anyone who followed her at the time thought that she could do anything public. "
After hearing this, Luo Wenzhou was silent for a while, and then he said, "After receiving the post from Dong Qian, Dong Xiaoqing spent three days by himself and finally chose revenge."
A person can do everything under an impulse, but the impulse will only last for a while, and the big accident can't make people impulsive for three days. In these three days, what did Dong Xiaoqing do when he was alone?
She may be trying to determine the authenticity of the information in the parcel, or she may be planning to avenge Zhou's family.
She has Xiao Haiyang's contact information and can call ‘110’ at any time.
Did she hesitate?
For a moment, she took out her mobile phone and pressed the number, thinking about giving everything she had to the police, waiting for the society to give her a result-whether her father was a victim or a murderer?
Fei Du curved the hand of the hanging needle with some effort, and tapped the guardrail of the nearby bed lightly and rhythmically with his joints, and Luo Wenzhou pinched his fingers.
"Don't mess around," Luo Wenzhou whispered, "I'm not a spy reporter, I don't have the function of translating Morse code."
Tao Ran reacted before realizing who he was talking to, and he asked quickly: "Are you driving the speakerphone? How did I say there was an echo-is Feidu by your side? Feidu, woke up? How do you feel today? What? When we went to see you the day before yesterday, you weren't quite sober. Did you see the fruit that Brother bought for you? Xiao Qiao brought you a bear. "
Most of the fruits have already entered Luo Wenzhou's stomach. The bear's head was covered by Luo Wenzhou, who owed him, with a fruit packaging bag. He put a pair of claws and clings to the corner. The robber bear blocked by the police is quite tasteful.
Tao Ran said, "It really scared us that day. You don't know. Old Luo ..."
Luo Wenzhou's response was lightning fast. After hearing a note, he foresaw what was behind Tao Tao and immediately interrupted him: "He can't speak, he can't eat, and the fruits are honoured to me-goodbye. Nonsense, let's be serious, what is the basis of your speculation? Dong Xiaoqing is not living in a remote country. If she was followed by someone when she went out, why didn't she find out that day? "
Tao Ran, a dedicated comrade, is like a compass. Although he occasionally encounters disturbances, he can always focus on his work automatically with a slight touch.
After being interrupted by Luo Wenzhou, he immediately forgot what he was about to burst out of, and quickly turned right: "Because the focus of the initial investigation was wrong-Dong Xiaoqing went out from home to the flower shop for about a dozen days. Webcam, eight of them took her, then she got on the bus 50 meters away from the flower shop and went to Heng'ai Hospital-we focused on reading the eight shots of Dong Xiaoqing and talking to her Passengers on the bus at the same station and the vehicle behind that bus found nothing. "
Luo Wenzhou frowned, rubbing Fei Du's dry and cold fingers between them.
"Later, we collected clues and civilian surveillance around the flower shop. During the second round of investigation, we found a cyclist."
Luo Wenzhou didn't hear clearly: "Cycling? Are those riding a bicycle and covering all their skins?"
"Yes, this cyclist was photographed by a small monitor at the side door of a bookstore. It seemed to be resting by the road, his face was tightly packed, and he was wearing sunglasses. It was only a few minutes away from the station where Dong Xiaoqing was waiting for the bus. At one hundred meters, the person then took a short route to the next stop of Dong Xiaoqing ’s bus route, put away the folding car and got on the bus. It only took two stops before going down. There was no intersection with Dong Xiaoqing in the middle, so we just I didn't notice this person at the beginning. "
"Could it be a coincidence?" Luo Wenzhou said, "This person might not have wanted to ride a car, he just happened to be tired. Can't doubt others because of their sun protection?"
"It's no coincidence," Tao Ran said with certainty, "because the stolen vehicle that killed Dong Xiaoqing was just the bus where Dong Xiaoqing was from the station where he got off and the next station. After discovering this problem, , We went back to check near Dong Xiaoqing's house again-there were three shots of him, and we roughly sketched the route of this person. We found that this person followed Dong Xiaoqing almost all the way. He rode faster than he walked, deliberately After a lot of paths, it is unrealistic to completely avoid surveillance, but he was very careful to avoid surveillance that might have captured Dong Xiaoqing. "
The tracker does not appear in the same shot with Dong Xiaoqing, avoids getting on and off at the same stop with her, and minimizes the risk that the police noticed him. Even if the luck was really bad, the police noticed him and the cyclist's airtight dress would make him very recognizable.
This person is professional, cautious, and his anti-reconnaissance consciousness seems to have been trained--
"The cyclist is responsible for tracking the first half, and the car thief is following the second half. If Dong Xiaoqing stops sending flowers after leaving, the car thief will abandon the car and leave before the owner calls the police. Unexpectedly, she turned the knife on Zhou Huaijin. "
If Zheng Kaifeng deliberately contacted Zhou Qian with the identity of Zhou Huaijin, he knew that the moment Zhou Huaijin was assassinated, he would understand that Dong Xiaoqing must have known something, and the email that Dong Qian sent to her must be problematic, so she was decisive.
"Key evidence," Luo Wenzhou sighed. "Tao Ran, it's impossible to piece together the whole story. We need key evidence."
"It's hard," Tao Ran's voice inevitably brought out a bit of exhaustion. "Zheng Kaifeng has burned the whole person-now all the signs can only prove that Zheng Kaifeng and Yang Bo are inseparable from this series of cases- —Zhou ’s base camp is abroad. That ’s not our place. We ca n’t check it. If we did n’t catch Zheng Kaifeng ’s thugs a few days ago, plus the underground bankers who saved money for Zheng Kaifeng. Going upstairs, we may not be able to find out the transaction between Dong Qian and Zheng Kaifeng. "
"I know," Luo Wenzhou said, "you have worked hard this time."
At this time, Fei Du suddenly made a little effort, and pulled his fingers out of Luo Wenzhou's palm, and some hesitantly wrote on his palm: "Wait a while ..."
Before the right half of the word "Array" was finished, Luo Wenzhou understood what he meant, caught his finger again, and told Tao Ran to hang up the phone and gently patted Fei Du's thigh: " If you are an observer, why do you still have to express your opinions? Dare to pin the needle off and I will hit you. "
Fei Du was the only place where he could express his expression, and he could not help but look at him helplessly.
"Wait a while," Luo Wenzhou said, "I know that although Zheng Kaifeng is dead, but after so many years, there are so many cases of resentment and grievance. Right? "
Fei Du blinked at him.
"I have a feeling," Luo Wenzhou said suddenly. "You know more about this case than we do."
Fei Du looked at him quietly.
Luo Wenzhou pinched his finger: "The last time you asked me to exchange information with , what did I use next time?"
Fei Du pressed his palm.
Luo Wenzhou let go a little and let him write.
Fei Du didn't know whether it was intentional or not. Each stroke was drawn very long. The well-cared fingernails were rounded and tidy, and he swept lightly from his palm print.
"'Here,'" Luo Wenzhou read the first word he wrote, "what for you?"
Fei Du wrote three strokes vertically in his palm.
Luo Wenzhou stared at his palms for a while, as if ignorant of words, a pair of eyebrows fluctuated for a moment, then laughed with a stun, he shook his head, and bent his fingers gently on Fei Du's face Bomb: "Baby, do you dream?"
Fei Du looked at him with a smile.
Luo Wenzhou leaned his hands on his pillow, leaned down / looked at him, carefully avoiding his injured shoulder, and lowered his head slightly on his lips: "It's really time for you to dream, Sleep, wake up and I will accompany you for dinner. "
After finishing speaking, he gave Fei Du a quilt, turned off the TV, pulled the curtains, went out and explained a few words to the attendant waiting at the door, walking slowly on the walking stick.
Luo Wenzhou came to "harass" him every day at a fixed time. He helped Fei Du to establish a fixed schedule based on his mental state, which saved him from morning and dusk. Within a few days, Fei Du was almost conditioned by him. He pulled the curtains and left, and a heavy drowsiness would automatically occur, but I wonder if Tao Ran's phone call was disturbed, and Fei Du could not sleep.
Zheng Kaifeng's indifferent eyes, Yang Bo's panicked face, Zhou Huaijin's red eye circles, Zhou Huaixin's bloodstains ... everyone couldn't linger before his eyes.
He watched as Luo Wenzhou's back disappeared around the corner, and the caregiver walked in to adjust his drip velocity.
Fei Du exhaled softly and felt a little cold.
Two and a half months later, Luo Wenzhou resumed his job and returned to the city bureau to report that the day after he resumed the Zhou family case, the police station received an alarm call—