Chapter 87: Macbeth (28)

It seemed to be the voice from his dream, so shiveringly familiar that it fulfilled his long-awaited expectations.
Fei Du wrinkled his eyebrows slowly, and let go of his unconscious sleepiness in the light smoke in his imagination. Before falling asleep, he still remembered that he wanted to hold the one that covered his eyes. Hand-It's a pity that one arm had a hanging needle on it and the other arm was confined to death by plaster. The limbs were very inadequate and had to give up.
As long as Fei Du has a sense of autonomy, it is as if he has re-held the scepter of destiny. In his heart, there is a stone mountain guarding one side. He has no grass and cannot be urged, and he does not need any will to survive. He can naturally clean up the distractions. , Try his best to coordinate with his nearly exhausted body function, every sleep is his "charging" time, every day when he wakes up, he is recovering at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
Of course, Brother Luo's "care" contributed.
This person claims to be here to take care of him. In fact, the serious work is done by other carers.
Luo Wenzhou's daily task is to come to him for three meals, and then leisurely use his ward's TV to watch ball games and food shows, and see him sleepless before going away.
The most horrifying thing is that he has to go to the upper air outlet every time he eats, so that the taste of pork rib soup floats over without any waste. At the same time, the process of the steak from raw to cooked under high-definition footage is being displayed on TV. " "Zizi" sounds—the sensuality and fragrance surrounding Fei Du, who can't talk or move like a zombie, can be described as a four-in-one, allowing him to experience what is called "the revenge of enemies" from body to mind.
Fei Du, who was hitting the nutrient solution, stared at Luo Wenzhou with a silent eye.
Luo Wenzhou greeted his eyes, as if he could not see the silent condemnation inside, Wu Zi published a small oral paper: "My mother's pork rib soup, what is it? I said earlier that her level is relatively low-end. Players do n’t listen to braised fish. They have to say that braised pork is unhealthy. You have to stew it. See, the seasoning is not right, the salt is not right, let alone the heat. Feed the cat. I guess the cat has to bury it.
Then Fei Du watched him sullen half of the bowl while hesitantly rejected.
Fei Du: "..."
Luo Wenzhou and he stared at each other for a while, as if he understood something, and leaned forward sloppily; "How can you stare at me eagerly, do you want to eat?"
Fei Du blinked at him gently.
Luo Wenzhou did not hesitate to take away the last ribs: "When can you call me" Brother ", and give you some sweetness."
Fei Du: "..."
He didn't really have any interest in pork rib soup. He just thought it was interesting to watch Luo Wenzhou. One of the gentlemen was a noisy person. As soon as he walked in, he froze the cold and empty ward.
Luo Wenzhou finished eating live in front of him, and did not work as a caregiver. He cleaned up the chopsticks one by one, and then made a thief-like probe and glanced out. Seeing that the medical staff did not come back for the time being, he quickly closed the door. , Slipped to the edge of Fei Du's bed: "Do something disciplinary, don't speak up."
Fei Du lowered his eyes and glanced at himself, feeling that from head to toe, there was really no room for "disobedience", so he looked at Luo Wenzhou with anticipation, and wanted to learn the fashionable gameplay with his brother.
...... Then he saw Luo Wenzhou knowing where to touch a small bottle of honey.
Fei Du thought blankly: "Oh."
He really isn't the kind of person who can't stand eating and drinking for a month or two.
"Quietly," Luo Wenzhou said to Fei Du, with a low voice, like a criminal who peddled smoke, "I'll give you a bite. Is there more?"
Then, he poured a few drops of honey into the bottle cap, mixed it with a bit of warm water, then dipped it with a cotton swab, and carefully applied it to Fei Du's invisible lips.
Although Fei Du felt that this degree of "disobedience" was not in line with expectations, he still licked his face gently and thought: "Huaihua nectar."
At the same time, he glanced at the man in front of him—Luo Wenzhou seemed to be a little thinner, and his broken muscles and bones could not be repaired by rubbing a few ribs. His injured leg did not dare to support the ground, and hanged in vain. It is difficult for him to maintain a precise balance. The scratches on the shirt sleeves that are about to heal are exposed under the sleeves of the shirts that have been lifted up. Only a few shallow marks are left. The smell of detergent warmed by body temperature.
"The skin at this temperature must feel very good." Fei Du had such a thought in his heart for no reason. He narrowed his eyes gently, and silently switched to the perspective of the crowned beast. He thought that Luo Wenzhou was permeated at this time. Haw's face looks very stingy.
Although Fei Zhizhi's fee is always a blinking living zombie, it still does not prevent him from looking around Luo Wenzhou's "Below Neck and Above Knee" for a few laps.
Luo Wenzhou feeds and concentrates on feeding water, for fear that the cotton swab hurts him, but be careful about the slimy honey water. Don't sting everywhere, a bottle of honey water will almost feed his sweat, and there is no time to pay attention to a bourgeois Deep and unpleasant eyes.
"What do you say you stopped to do? Dodge behind your car well, at least break the oil skin." Luo Wenzhou softly fed him water while saying softly, "You are not planning to drive." Is the professional killer of the "Invisible Killing Training Center" a cross-border practice of self-denial and rescue? "
The corner of Fei Du's mouth slightly tilted.
"Smile," Luo Wenzhou said, "I almost thought that your‘ masterpiece ’was going to be an absolute buzz. I bought a picture frame specially for someone two days ago, and now it is framed, and I plan to hang it on the bed later.

Fei Du was a little puzzled, but didn't understand what the "masterpiece" meant.
It took him a while to get back—the meeting that day, he drew two portraits in the minutes of the meeting, the main characters of which were Luo Wenzhou. One is a well-dressed and serious sitting image, the other is more "casual" and more casually dressed ... only wearing a tie.
The former was buckled by the great Luo team on the author's own chest, and the latter was torn away on the spot by him.
Fei Du couldn't help but imagine the scene of the painting "mounted on the bedside". On the spot, he was admired under Luo Wenzhou's three-foot skin. He pouted subconsciously, and a drop of water flowed down his lips. Luo Wenzhou reached out his hand One touch--
Fei Du accidentally licked, the tip of his tongue hit his hand, and two people stunned at the same time.
Later, without waiting for Luo Wenzhou's reaction, Fei Du simply rolled his fingertips with his tongue, drawing a half circle on his fingertips lightly.
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
Fei Du, like no one, took back the magical powers on his lips, and looked at Luo Wenzhou in a hurry, because these days, his eyes were sharp and thin, and his eyes were bent with a smile. There was a hook in his corner. Inside it was Luo Wenzhou's "feeling total" gaze that once had a headache.
Although he didn't even hum, Luo Wenzhou understood from his eyes what this person was about to say: "When will you call me" Brother ", I can promise you and give you some sweetness. "
Among all the seriously injured patients lying in the world with only five sensations doing light movements, Fei Du can get a world championship in the "rogue" project.
Luo Wenzhou hit the Tao lightly for a while, feeling that the fingers he had licked were a little numb, and for a while it became hotter, and his throat rolled impatiently: "You ..."
At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket shook, and Luo Wenzhou said: "... wait for me!"
Tao Ran on the other side of the phone was inexplicable: "Ah? What are you waiting for? You are inconvenient to answer the phone now?"
"I didn't say you." Luo Wenzhou tuned the phone into a hands-free tone, thinking unwillingly, and patted it on Fei Du's head again. "What's happening today?"
He was suspended from work and taken sick again. He was at ease in the hospital, and even remotely controlled the criminal investigation team's process.
"We found the record of Dong Qian's mailings sent overseas," Tao Ran said. "It was when Zheng Kaifeng first issued the" deposit ". The address was the empty overseas underground money exchange point. The content of the mail was 'Contract', and now this 'contract' in duplicate is found-Dong Qian deposited it in the warehouse of their fleet, anonymously, his colleagues did not know that the contents of the box belonged to him. We With the consent of the administrator and other members of the consignment team, they carefully checked everyone's stuff and found it-this is an 'foreign investment agency contract', written in English, and Dong Gan estimated that he didn't understand it What is it, so it was left, and it was not sent to Dong Xiaoqing together. "
Many overseas underground banks will use a facade such as a "pawn shop" or "currency exchange point" as a cover, and illegally sourced cash will be resold in their underground network several times before being deposited in the name of an institution. The bank, in the name of "investment", replaced it with a certain asset, washed it in and out a few times, and "legally" returned to its owner.
In order to murder Zhou Junmao, Zheng Kaifeng paid the truck driver Dong Qian two sums of money. Due to the police's unexpected intervention, the final payment was frightened, but the ins and outs of the deposit have now been made clear. This money was paid by Zheng Kaifeng's overseas company. Remittance, whitewashing through the underground bank's network, the entire process is almost over. If there is no incident in this matter, after a while, Dong Xiaoqing may get this unexpected investment income and live ignorantly and richly.
Although Dong Qian ’s family is not wealthy or poor, hardworking ordinary people have never seen such a large sum of money, and may not be tempted when they do see it—because they know that this is ill-gotten wealth, and what they can do with so much money There is almost no concept, and actual greed cannot be established, so why is Dong Gan willing to give up his life?
Luo Wenzhou: "What else is in that anonymous storage warehouse?"
"There are photos of Dong Qian's dead wife and a paper man-the kind burned to the dead-in a kneeling position, with Zhou Junmao's name written on the back of his head." Tao Ran said, "We look for all the shops in the shroud wreath business nearby. Once again, a family recognized the paper man and made it one month before Zhou Junmao's car accident. The boss also turned out the list. The signature and contact details are indeed Dong Qian, because the kneeling villain's posture is very strange. The boss suspected that he was doing something like a sorceress, so he was very impressed with the physical features he described. "
"I tried to restore the entire case-Dong Qian's wife died of a car accident 21 years ago. In these years, he pulled her daughter up alone and never knew her real cause of death. Then suddenly one day, a mysterious courier The officer came to the door without buying anything and sent him a mysterious e-mail that revealed the true cause of his wife's death. "
"Dong Qian was shocked and started to contact this mysterious man. He pretended to buy online and repeatedly bought and returned goods. He was actually contacting the mysterious figure behind him through the courier. The other party sent him the evidence and proposed to Dong Qian. Cooperation."
"Dong Qian doesn't care how much money he can get. How cross-border black money is circulated is too complicated for him. He should only have a mind to get revenge, and even have no intention of finding someone to translate those complicated fund contracts. During the entire process, Zheng Kaifeng did not show up, and he perfectly concealed himself in the case that year, even buying / murdering Zhou Junmao should be in the name of Zhou Huaijin-this is why Dong Xiaoqing took a risk after learning part of the truth, The reason for the assassination of Zhou Huaijin. "
Luo Wenzhou: "What about the e-mail Dong Dong himself sent to himself?"
"Presumably it should have been sent by Dong Qian," Tao Ran said. "Although Dong Qian's purpose is revenge, after all, there is such a large sum of money behind, and it will be transferred to his daughter's account in the future. If Dong Xiaoqing knows nothing, it may be Will be frightened by such a large sum of money-but he did not expect that Dong Xiaoqing has such a fierce character. "
Luo Wenzhou still frowned: "According to you, who was responsible for Dong Xiaoqing's accident?"
"Do you remember the surveillance camera of their neighbor?" Tao Ran said, "It was the one who caught the arsonist-our technician found that the host of the security camera was hacked, and someone was monitoring Donggan's house through that camera. "