One July morning, the sun was shining. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe air smells of the ground being burned, and the occasional wind blows through the green belt along the street, blowing a hot wave. Pedestrians are hurrying to escape the suffocating heat.

The old party is desperately climbing the stairs. The weather is so hot, but several elevators have failed, and Nan Zeyu's office is on the twelfth floor. As soon as Lao Fang climbed to the fifth floor, he began to feel a little tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and the police officers he met along the road greeted him: "Fang Bureau, come to a meeting?" He didn't want to answer at all, because he felt that he would be deflated as soon as he opened his mouth, and he didn't have the strength to climb the stairs anymore. But he can't ignore it, the word in the hall is fast, if the rumor about him "putting on a show and ignoring people" spreads, it will be troublesome.

Lao Fang barely squeezed out a smile and nodded at these young people who were walking fast, but he secretly hated himself for sitting in the office for a long time and neglecting to exercise, which led to a serious decline in physical strength.

By the time he reached the twelfth floor, Lao Fang was already sweating, his back was soaked with sweat, and an oval pattern appeared on his shirt. He had a lot of hair, like a hat at the moment, sticking to his head, suffocating him to the point of breathlessness. He looked at the reflective metal door at the staircase and pulled at his hair a few times.

After tidying up his appearance, he opened the metal door and walked towards Nan Zeyu's office.

"Knock knock. ”

"Come in. ”

"Director Nan, it's really early. The old man opened the door and saw that there was no one else in the office, so he was relieved.

"Why are you out of breath?" Nan Zeyu frowned, "Did you run a marathon?"

"No, there was a problem with the elevator, I climbed the stairs. The old man exaggerated his hand and slapped it in the air a few times, and then deliberately accentuated his tone, "I just got their report this morning, and I sent it to you immediately." ”

Nan Zeyu pointed to the sofa, "Sit." He stood up, walked to the bookcase, opened a small Xiaoice cabinet, and then took out a bottle of Evian mineral water and handed it to the old party. The latter took it gratefully, and after thanking him repeatedly, he drank it unceremoniously.

Nan Zeyu returned to the chair and sat down, he patiently waited for the old man to drink half a bottle of water before asking, "What do you mean by calling me in the morning and saying that things are a little troublesome, and you still have to meet to talk about it?"

Lao Fang put down the mineral water and took out a folder from the briefcase he was carrying. He stood up, put the folder on Nan Zeyu's desk, and then said with a serious expression: "We now suspect that Wan Guohou murdered Ma Daosheng. ”

Nan Zeyu glanced at him, did not speak, but directly opened the folder. He flipped through it for a while, then stopped, "From what you've gathered so far, there's no direct evidence to prove it. ”

Lao Fang explained: "But he is the most suspicious. ”

"Why do you say that?" Nan Zeyu picked up the cup and took a sip of water. He glanced at his thermos cup and remembered the amber cup of Wan Guohou, "Indeed, people are not equal to each other. He thought about it a little sadly.

"First of all, Ma Daosheng does not have any enemies; secondly, he is usually relatively low-key, and only when he participates in public welfare and charity activities, he will come out to publicize it, and it is also very rare to be a sinner; finally, during this year's Sotheby's spring auction, he and Wan Guohou fell in love with the same painting, and as a result, Wan Guohou won the competition. The old man talked eloquently, and it seemed that he had done a full investigation.

"Since Wan Guohou has won and the painting has been bought, then why do you want to kill Ma Daosheng?" asked Nan Zeyu.

"Director Nan, do you think, if Ma Daosheng didn't intervene in this leg, Wan Guohou might be able to buy this painting for only half the money, or even less. Lao Fang walked back to the edge of the sofa and prepared to sit down.

Nan Zeyu smiled: "So you think that Wan Guohou has murderous intentions because he spent unjust money?" he shook his head, "I have contacted him, he is not the kind of miser, this motive is not valid." ”

Before the old man could sit down, he hurriedly walked back to Nan Zeyu's table, "In addition to money, there is another possibility." He said with a blazing eye, "Woman." ”

Nan Zeyu was stunned, "How do you say this?"

"Isn't it normal for heroes to love beauties? The relationship between Ma Daosheng and Wan Guohou, in addition to a business card and a painting, is Ye Yingjun. The old man took a breath, "Perhaps, they both have a crush on Ye Yingjun." He habitually grabbed his hair, and then said, "Ma Daosheng is almost sixty years old, and Wan Guohou is only in his thirties. But Ye Yingjun may like to be older, so Wan Guohou will lose to Ma Daosheng. It is also very likely that he was jealous of Ma Daosheng because of this, and then killed both men and women. ”

Nan Zeyu thought thoughtfully, "What day was Ma Daosheng's body found?"

"On June 28, in a pond about 400 meters away from his house. The old man replied.

Nan Zeyu flipped a few pages forward, stared at the photo of Ma Daosheng's corpse, and muttered: "The corpse was packed in an iron box, with large iron balls tied to both feet, and the cause of death was suffocation." It looks a lot like a professional killer did it. ”

"Yes. ”

"The date of death is presumed to be March 3 to March 6. Nan Zeyu muttered to himself, "And Ye Yingjun died on March 6." In addition, Ma Daosheng lives alone, and his son only found out that he was missing after returning from Hong Kong on April 2 and called the police. ”

The old side was overjoyed, "These two people must have been killed by the same gang, or, by the same person." ”

Nan Zeyu thought for a while, "That's not right. The business card belonging to Ma Daosheng was found on April 5, since Ma Daosheng and Ye Yingjun both died in early March, why did it take a month to find the business card?"

The old man leaned forward, and his voice was unconsciously lowered, "That's why I'm going to your office for an interview." His expression was nervous, his eyes wandering, and he looked rather strange.

"Well, why do you look suspicious. Nan Zeyu said angrily.

"In fact, when I first found that business card on April 5, I suspected that there were ghosts in our bureau. After Lao Fang said this, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had thrown off a burden.

"What?" Nan Zeyu was taken aback, "Who is it?"

The old man hesitated, "It may be the money bureau." ”

"Do you have proof?"

"No, but the Criminal Science and Technology Office is in charge of the Money Bureau, and he should know best about the famous halls of forensics and forensic identification. The old man said, glancing at the door, as if he was afraid that someone was eavesdropping.

"You mean, a month after Ye Yingjun's death, Lao Qian arranged for someone to do something on her corpse?" Nan Zeyu gasped, and his expression became solemn.

Put a business card in her sock. Lao Fang nodded, "This thing is definitely done by insiders." He saw that Nan Zeyu's face was heavy, and said cautiously: "Look at this matter......

Nan Zeyu thought for a while, "Don't rush to conclusions yet. If the business card was really put in by someone, it could indeed be an internal ghost. ”

"It definitely went in. The old man was not polite, and said anxiously, "The case was filed on March 6, and I saw the report two days later, and there was no business card in the evidence." Later, a month later, I found my business card again, saying that I had forgotten to enter it. He brushed his sweaty hair, "Does that sound like words?"

"Ahem. Nan Zeyu cleared his throat.

The old man realized that he was too excited, so he smiled awkwardly and retreated to the sofa and sat down.

"Don't get excited, this matter still needs to be investigated. This old money has nothing to do with Wan Guohou, right?"

"It should be okay, I sent someone to keep an eye on it secretly for a few days, and I didn't find anything wrong with the old money. That's why I wondered, how could he be an inner ghost?"

Nan Zeyu's face turned cold, "Don't do such a stupid thing next time!" The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he almost scolded, "You have a little brain, okay? Lao Qian was born as a detective, and you sent someone to keep an eye on him?"

The old man touched his forehead and looked ashamed, "You're right, I didn't think it through at the time. ”

"If there is a problem with the old money, you are already scared by now, if the old money is okay, what face will you have to face him in the future?" Nan Zeyu's face sank like water, and his tone was extremely stern.

His reprimand made the old party feel aggrieved, but the old party did not dare to defend himself, so he had to sit stiffly.

"Wait. Nan Zeyu seemed to suddenly remember something, "You are contradictory." ”

"Ah, what's the contradiction?" the old man was a little confused.

"You first said that Wan Guohou was a murderer, and then said that Lao Qian was an internal ghost. If Lao Qian is Wan Guohou's person, why do you put Wan Guohou's business card on Ye Yingjun's corpse?" Nan Zeyu frowned deeply, as if he was extremely dissatisfied.

"Oh, you say that, I'm weird about that, too. Lao Fang scratched his hair and said distressedly, "Maybe someone else wants Wan Guohou to carry the black pot?" but I can't find any other clues, and it seems that Wan Guohou is the most like a murderer." ”

Nan Zeyu took a sip of tea and thought for a while, "Let's not talk about this first, you continue with what I said earlier." ”

"Huh?" the old man opened his mouth wide in a daze.

This stupid look made Nan Zeyu's heart burn, "Didn't you say that you suspect that Wan Guohou was the murderer of Ma Daosheng?"

"Oh, yes, yes. Lao Fang hurriedly said, "In addition to money and women, it is a vendetta." I didn't find any grievances between Ma Daosheng and Wan Guohou, but I was surprised to find that Wan Guohou was easy to make enemies. It can be inferred from this that it may have been the Marquis of Wan Guo who offended Ma Daosheng, and the two became enemies, and later Ma Daosheng was killed when he was defeated by the Marquis of Wan Guo. ”

"What are you talking about!" Nan Zeyu was about to swear, and when he looked up and saw the calligraphy hanging on the office wall, "Indifferent and Mingzhi, quiet and far-reaching", he held back his anger. "Because you found out that Wanguo Hou had an enemy, you suspected that he killed Ma Daosheng?"

"It's just a possibility. Lao Fang hurriedly explained.

"Who is his enemy? Does it have anything to do with Ma Daosheng?"

Lao Fang shook his head, "It's an RB person, named Takagi Gongwang, who seems to be a rich second generation." With that, he picked up the remaining half bottle of mineral water and drank it with a grunt.

"RB people?" Nan Zeyu frowned, "Why did you have a feud?"

"It's not clear. In short, once, Takagi Gongwang called the police, saying that Wan Guohou had intimidated him, but later the evidence was insufficient, and the matter was closed. Since then, the two seem to have broken up completely. The old man stared at the empty mineral water bottle in a daze, he wanted to drink another bottle, but he was embarrassed to speak.

"It's not a big deal. It is said that this belongs to Wan Guohou's personal privacy, and it may not have anything to do with Ma Daosheng's case. Nan Zeyu said slowly, "For money, for love, for revenge, these are generally the motives for killing." Of course, murder with passion cannot be ruled out. He glanced at the photo on the table, "But the iron case is so well sealed, it must have been carefully prepared, it can't be a murder of passion." ”

Lao Fang's heart gradually rose again when he heard this, "You mean, Wan Guohou is not the murderer of Ma Daosheng?"

"I don't think there's an obvious motive. What's more, at the scene where Ma Daosheng's body was found, there was no evidence pointing to Wan Guohou. Nan Zeyu knocked on the table twice, "As for your reasoning, they are all pure theories, and there is no basis for supporting them." ”

"Director South. Lao Fang still wanted to continue to persuade him, but Nan Zeyu waved his hand and signaled him not to interrupt himself, "Lao Qian's side, it's worth noting, after all, that business card appeared too strangely, and there were too many people involved." ”

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this, "Then look, do you want to send someone to keep an eye on him again?"

Nan Zeyu pondered for a moment, "You don't care about this matter, I'll arrange people." ”

"Yes, it's up to you. After the old man finished speaking, he stood up again and walked to Nan Zeyu's table, "Director Nan, the complexity of this case is beyond my expectations. He rubbed his hands together, "Actually, there's another discovery." ”

His appearance of wanting to speak aroused Nan Zeyu's interest, "What did you find?"

"In April, we went to Wan Guohou for questioning, and you were there. Later, someone said that they saw an old man with golden eyes who was walking around the courtyard outside the courtyard. ”

Nan Zeyu shook his hand and knocked over the cup, and the tea immediately flowed wantonly on the table.

He immediately stood up, pulled open the drawer, and took out the paper towel inside to wipe the tabletop. The old man also helped to pick up the things on the table so as not to get wet with water.

After cleaning up this time, Nan Zeyu was already very unhappy, but after all, it was the cup that he knocked over by himself, and it was not easy to blame others. "What does this old man have to do with the Marquis of Wanguo?"

"Listen to me. The old man said tremblingly, "The key is that the old man appeared again later, near Ma Daosheng's residence, when Ma Daosheng's body was found, someone saw him sneaking around in the crowd." ”

"Could it be that he is a murderer?" Nan Zeyu picked up a pen with his left hand and turned it unconsciously.

"Not necessarily, I think, he may be someone who has a deep connection with Wan Guohou, for example, it may be Wan Guohou's subordinates, or someone who knows the inside story. Lao Fang's expression of "Wan Guohou is the murderer" made Nan Zeyu angry and funny.

"Did you get a picture of this old man?"

Lao Fang shook his head, "This person is not simple. He said with some sorrow, "I heard that he tried to rob a little girl before, and then on the way to escort him to record a confession, he knocked out the police and ran away by jumping out of the car!

"Smack. The pen fell on the table, and Nan Zeyu laughed, "The situation you reported today is indeed worth paying attention to." Wan Guohou, old money, and golden eyes, it seems that they can all be connected. If all the cadres could be like you, I should be more worried. ”

When the old man heard this, his heart immediately burst into joy, "Thank you, Director Nan, for your compliment!"

"By the way, are those Ye Yingjun's family members still making trouble?"

"Recently, it has converged a little, and this is the credit of the old money. Lao Fang grabbed his hair again, "Lao Qian is still a good comrade in essence. ”

Nan Zeyu sneered, "It's you who says he has a problem, and it's you who says he's a good comrade." ”

Lao Fang returned to the edge of the sofa and sat down slowly, his expression a little embarrassed.

"Alright. Nan Zeyu stood up, "You go back first." This case continues to be kept an eye on, you don't care about the old money and golden eyes, I will arrange for someone to investigate these two guys. You can concentrate on catching the murderer. He looked directly at the old man, his eyes were like torches, "This case has been going on for almost four months, don't drag it on for too long, Secretary General Zeng has asked several times." ”

Lao Fang puffed up his chest, "Understood!"