Chapter 14: Julien Thirteen

On May 24, four days have passed since He Zhongyi, a teenager in the western district of Huashi, was killed.
Luo Wenzhou, wearing gloves, glanced at an old photo album-which he got from Chen Zhen, the driver of the black car.
Chen Zhen and his sister Chen Yuan were twins, natives and raised by grandparents. Later, the old couple died one after the other. The older sister Chen Yuan was admitted to the university. Chen Zhen failed, so he gave up early and made money.
The girls in the photos are very showy. All the photos are smiling, showing two asymmetric tiger teeth.
This was the only thing she had left. She died mysteriously. Because the cause of death was not decent, the police searched her personal belongings several times on the grounds that she was suspected of participating in the drug trafficking. Chen Yuan's second-hand computer and mobile phone Did not stay.
Luo Wenzhou flipped through the album from beginning to end, his eyes rested on a few photos like college community activities, there is a girl and Chen Yuan very close, the date and notes are written with a pencil in the back of the photo: "With Xiao Cui Join the Tea Arts Club and thank you. "
"Little Cui." Luo Wenzhou opened the communication records that he found-about half a month before Chen Yuan died, he once spoke to a user named "Cui Ying".
At this moment, Lang Qiao knocked on the door of his office, half-deadly waved at him: "Boss, come out to see the brain is broken, a ticket is ten dollars, not a piece of money."
The Yancheng Bureau Criminal Investigation Brigade collectively appreciated the extraordinaryness of Master Zhang. Nine of the ten sentences were farting, and he was detained in the city bureau for 48 hours to dry out his rare brain and empty shell. I don't know what's left in it, and the speech intelligence level that comes out is touching.
"'Feng Nian'? I haven't heard of it. I don't know the surname of Feng. This person is a man and a woman? Or you tell me what it looks like, or maybe I slept and didn't remember my name. "
"Is there anyone I know in Chengguang Mansion on the evening of the 20th? I know everyone ... who, who? Whoops, police uncles and police uncles! I gave them a pound of white that night, no Knowing how many glasses are red, I also sipped half a dozen champagnes, the Trinity, and it's good to remember who I am. I can't tell who they were then. "
"I haven't had any conflicts with anyone recently. I'm angry with you. Ah? Hitting can be considered? Oh, that's not good ... Hitting hits. Who can they retaliate against me? Don't ask about who I am ! "
"How many times have I said that I didn't send the phone. Except for the good ones, I haven't sent anything else. I can't send a broken phone anymore, right? Who is that?"
In addition to spending money and sleeping, Master Zhang's daily life is full of chaos. Big things and small things are just like a cloud of sight. He doesn't leave everything in his heart. His mental state can be called "dust."
Luo Wenzhou listened for a while and made an assertive comment on Zhang Donglai. He said, "This kid must have been beaten by his father when he was a kid."
With the patience of the world, Tao Ran tried to repeatedly ask questions from various angles, but he didn't find any useful information from Zhang Donglai's memory that was formatted at any time.
The time was up, Zhang Ting and their lawyers blocked the gate of the city bureau, and they tried to release the criminal investigation team.
"I can't do anything about it." Tao Ran grew two breaths and shrugged at Luo Wenzhou helplessly.
Luo Wenzhou thought about it, and slightly raised his chin: "Insufficient evidence, let it go."
"Luo team!"
"Boss!"
Lang Qiao grabbed Luo Wenzhou: "Boss, yesterday, He Zhongyi's mother was crying outside, and was photographed by good people. Now a lot of people who listen to the wind and the rain are waiting to see the liveliness, so you just let the people go. What does it have to spread out? "
"Zhang Donglai can let it go," Tao Ran thought for a while, and suggested, "According to the death time of the deceased, his whereabouts before his death, etc., his absence proved relatively clear ..."
"No, the others don't mention it first, they say the evidence is insufficient," Luo Wenzhou interrupted him. "Don't release the details of the investigation to the public, let the people go first."
After listening to his arbitrary behavior, Lang Qiao couldn't help but say, "Boss, did you get Zhang Dong to be infected? It can be transmitted through the window. This mental retardation is a severe infectious disease."
Luo Wenzhou knocked her back: "You are so poor, be careful to grow long lines of law."
Tao Ran groaned for a moment and said thoughtfully, "You want to ..."
"Well, from now on, no one is allowed to disclose the progress of the investigation and related details to the outside, telling them 'the evidence is insufficient and there is no comment, we are re-examining the social relationship of the deceased from childhood to childhood,'" Luo Wenzhou nodded, and then Saying bluntly, "This is discipline. Whoever reveals what I deal with is scattered."
The migrant worker died bizarrely and was suspected to be the sister-in-law of the municipal bureau. He was about to be released because of "insufficient evidence"-this news exploded even more than Lang Qiao feared. The procedure for releasing Zhang Donglai had not been completed. The doorway has been crouched by various physical and Internet media.
The criminal investigation squadron's telephones were like hotlines, one after the other, and they started ringing one after another. Even the land bureau that took the place of Zhang Bureau was alarmed, and Luo Wenzhou was called up specifically for questioning.
Lu Bureau looked across the window and glanced at the person who was stopped outside the communication room, and asked Luo Wenzhou with a solemn expression: "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Luo Wenzhou smiled at him indifferently: "You don't worry about my business?"
Lu Bureau glared at him: "If you want to put on line fishing, be careful not to take it off-the city leaders must give us pressure in these two days. I will carry it for you for two more days, and you will show it to me."
"Thank you Uncle Lu," Luo Wenzhou thought for a while, and lowered his voice slightly. "Wang Hongliang is also assured that no one can find him in these years. I don't believe anyone can cover the sky with one hand."
The Lu Bureau pouted, turned straight, and looked at him: "As long as it can be confirmed that the report is true, no matter how big his roots are, who is behind him to protect him, as long as I am with Zhang, I can handle him— —Be careful, too, you hear me. "
When Luo Wenzhou came downstairs, he just met Zhang Dong's "friends and friends".
In order to reduce the social impact, the Zhang family did not send someone to pick it up, but only let Zhang Ting come forward, trying to be as low-key as possible.
Unexpectedly, things went against their wishes, and their children were in debt. Zhang Donglai's group of fox friends and dog friends did not know how to hear about it, lest the world would rush to the city bureau without disorder. Several luxury cars parked at the gate of the city bureau, and a few red men and green women made their debut. I don't know if they came to make an appearance or came to see.
The lawyer rolled up his sleeves and went to Zhang Donglai, and Zhao Haochang stayed with Zhang Ting. This pair of young men and women were unusually fresh and simple among Zhang Donglai's group of friends.
Fei Du was of course there, but this time his trousers looked like a pure outsider this time, with a very low sense of presence beside Zhang Ting. When Luo Wenzhou saw him, he found that he was dressed like a beast and a beast, plugged in headphones, and intently holding a very old model "psp" to play games.
Luo Wenzhou originally wanted to pack and throw out these demons and ghosts, but his eyes fell on Feidu's old game machine full of scratches. He didn't open his mouth to look for crickets, and slowly and peacefully reached Feidu's side. He took a deep breath and made himself a psychological construction—even when he saw this kid playing a restricted violent game, he decided Keep yourself emotionally stable.
Unexpectedly, after half a day of construction, Luo Wenzhou took a look at the probe and saw Fei Du's old game machine running with a group of "big eyes"-this overbearing president actually hit "pops" in full swing.
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
Just as Fei Du passed the check, Zhang Donglai finally came out. He walked with the wind, and before he left the police station, he proclaimed in a loud voice: "All my brothers are here today." , In the future, say something, brother, I will give you two ribs-full, into a knife box! "
Fei Du's big-eyed legion was originally advancing properly, and his throat shouted out of rhythm, drumming up a mistake, and suddenly the soldiers fell down.
Luo Wenzhou kept talking until he "gameover", and then slowly opened his mouth: "I have been puzzled a little bit, that is why you are mixing with Zhang Dong's group of them."
Fei Du glanced at him and threw the game console into his pocket without hesitation: "Because I think he lives a special philosophy."
Luo Wenzhou did not hear whether the words were righteous or derogatory.
Fei Duochong waved at Zhang Dong who ran over to him, turned his head and gave Luo Wenzhou a false smirk, and went to Tao Ran to speak.
This group of young men left the city bureau with a big wave, and with toenails can figure out how high / tide the media squat outside.
Lang Qiao seemed to see a hot topic in the next week. He couldn't help but reach out and cover his eyes. He whispered to Tao Ran, "I dare not look."
Tao Ran: "Don't watch, work."
Just as the young masters had just reached the door, a figure suddenly popped out, and rushed into Zhang Dong to the group of them.
She is thin and with yellow hair, which is exactly the mother of He Zhongyi.
The leading prodigal somehow looked at the funny-dressed woman for a moment, and someone whispered, "Who is this?"
He Zhongyi's mother's eyes were bloodshot, and she swept across several people's faces dryly. Her lips were violently pursed a few times, and a vague voice like a kitten was made in her throat: "Who killed my son ? "
She couldn't speak clearly and had a heavy accent. After asking her three or four times, she could hear what she said.
Zhang Donglai's face was slightly dull, and he said a little indifferently, "Who knows? Anyway, it's not me."
After speaking, he ducked his head to avoid the woman's sight, took the lead to step out, and passed her by. Relatives and friends followed in his footsteps, spreading away from the side like a plague, avoiding the woman as much as possible.
"Isn't this woman a little mentally ill?"
"Slower, it's pitiful."
"Is it pitiful to be arrested in a small black room for no reason?"
"I tell you, Lao Tzu is farther than Dou E. I don't even know her son ..."
The woman stood still, staring blankly at the person walking past her: "Who killed my son? You ... you can't leave ..."
Seeing that the group was about to leave from her eyes, the woman was anxious, grabbed a few in the air, and accidentally entangled a girl's long hair.
The girl screamed as if she had stepped on her tail, grabbed her hair and covered her chest, and jumped three feet high behind her companion. The young man next to him instinctively reached out and said, "What are you doing, sick ! "
The woman hit the young man's hard arm, and fell on the ground with one butt, just hitting Fei Du, who finally came out.
Fei Du was saying goodbye to Tao Ran. He was taken aback by the people who hit him, and took a half step off guard.
Without waiting for him to respond, the woman seemed to grab the life-saving straw, stretched out his chicken feet, and desperately seized Feidu's valuable trouser legs, saying incoherently: "You cannot go, you cannot go! You You have to give me an explanation ... you can't leave ... "
Several policemen came up to pull people, and the young man who pushed the woman down frowned, "Fei Ye ..."
Fei Du shot while lying down, frowning at the woman who flung himself, patted her shoulder awkwardly, "Would you like to get up first?"
The woman raised her head with a stunned look, just looking at Fei Du, and she wept, her tears fell, her image was not very decent, and her grief turned her into a mess.
Suddenly, Fei Du didn't know who he saw through her eyes.
He bent down, holding the woman's shoulder very gently, supporting her to stand up again, and then rushing to Zhang Dong to give them a hand: "You go first."