On May 24, four days had passed since He Zhongyi, a teenager in the western district of the flower market, was killed.

Luo Wenzhou wore gloves and flipped through an old photo album that he had obtained from Chen Zhen, the driver of the black car.

Chen Zhen and his sister Chen Yuan are twins, locals, raised by their grandparents, and later the old couple passed away one after another, and his sister Chen Yuan was admitted to university.

The girl in the photo is very delicate, and all the photos are smiling, showing two small tiger teeth that are not very symmetrical.

This is the only thing she left, she died mysteriously, because the cause of death was not dignified, the police suspected that she was involved in drug possession and drug trafficking, and searched her personal belongings several times, Chen Yuan's second-hand computer and mobile phone could not be left.

Luo Wenzhou flipped through the photo album from beginning to end, and his eyes stayed on a few photos that seemed to be souvenirs of university club activities, on which there was a girl who was very close to Chen Yuan, and the date and notes were written in pencil on the back of the photos: "Join the tea art club with Xiao Cui, thank you."

"Xiao Cui." Luo Wenzhou flipped through the communication records he had found - about half a month before Chen Yuan's death, he had spoken to a user named "Cui Ying".

At this time, Lang Qiao knocked on the door of his office and waved at him half-dead: "Boss, come out and see that your brain is dead, a ticket costs ten yuan, and you don't need money if you are not disabled." ”

The Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Yancheng City Bureau collectively appreciated the extraordinaryness of Young Master Zhang, nine out of ten sentences of this person were farting, and the 48 hours he was detained in the City Bureau dried up his already rare brains, and he didn't know what was left in the empty shell, and the level of verbal intelligence that came out was touching.

"'Brother Feng Nian'? I haven't heard of it, I don't know the surname Feng. Is this man a man or a woman? Either you tell me what it looks like, or maybe I've slept and don't remember my name. ”

"Is there anyone I know in the Chengguang Mansion on the night of the 20th? I know them all...... What, who are they? Ouch, police uncles, police uncles! I poured them a pound of white that night, I don't know how many glasses of red, and mixed half a dozen champagne, Trinity, it would be nice to remember who they were, I can't tell who they were at that time. ”

"I haven't had any conflicts with anyone lately, so I'm angry. Yes? Hitting someone counts? Oh, that's not a good idea...... Hit and fight, who of them can retaliate against me, what's the matter? Don't ask who I am! ”

"How many times have I said it, the phone really wasn't sent by me, except for the good ones, I haven't sent anything to others, and I can't send a broken phone, right? Who's that? ”

In addition to spending money and sleeping, Young Master Zhang's daily life is full of chaos, big and small things are like clouds of smoke, all of which are not put in his heart, and his mental state can be called "out of the dust".

Luo Wenzhou listened to it for a while, and made an assertive comment on Zhang Donglai, he said: "This kid must have been knocked over by his father when he was a child. ”

With the patience of the whole world, Tao Ran tried his best to ask questions repeatedly from all angles, but he was stunned that he didn't find any useful information from Zhang Donglai's formatted memory at any time.

The time came in a flash, and the lawyer Zhang Ting and the lawyer they found blocked the entrance of the city bureau, and they argued with reason to release the criminal investigation team.

"There's really nothing I can do." Tao Ran took two breaths of air, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly at Luo Wenzhou.

Luo Wenzhou thought about it and raised his chin slightly: "The evidence is insufficient, let it go." ”

"Team Locke!"

"Boss!"

Lang Qiao grabbed Luo Wenzhou: "Boss, yesterday He Zhongyi was crying outside, and he was photographed by a good deed, and now many people who listen to the wind and rain are waiting to see the excitement, you just let people go, what does it have to be outside?" ”

"Zhang Donglai can be released," Tao Ran thought for a while, and said, "According to the time of the deceased's death, his whereabouts before being killed, etc., his alibi is relatively clear......"

"No, don't mention anything else, just say that the evidence is insufficient," Luo Wenzhou interrupted him, "Don't release the details of the investigation, let the people go first." ”

Lang Qiao heard his arbitrariness, and couldn't help but say, "Boss, did you let Zhang Donglai infect?" It can be contagious through a window, so this mental retardation must be a virulent infectious disease. ”

Luo Wenzhou knocked her on the back of the head: "Why are you so poor, be careful of nasolabial folds." ”

Tao Ran pondered for a moment, and said thoughtfully: "You want to ......"

"Well, from now on, no one is allowed to leak the progress of the investigation and related details of this case to the outside world, telling them that 'the evidence is insufficient, there is nothing to comment, we are re-investigating the social relations of the deceased from childhood to adulthood'," Luo Wenzhou nodded at Tao Ran, and then said nonchalantly, "This is discipline, whoever leaks me will deal with whom, and disperse." ”

The migrant worker brother died mysteriously, and the suspect was the nephew of the director of the city bureau, who was about to be released because of "insufficient evidence" -- this news was even more explosive than Lang Qiao and the others feared, and the procedures for releasing Zhang Donglai had not yet been completed, and the entrance of the city bureau had already been squatted by various physical and online media.

The telephones of the Criminal Investigation Brigade were like hotlines, one after another, ringing one after another, and even the Lu Bureau, which was in charge of Zhang Ju, was alarmed, and specially called Luo Wenzhou up for questioning.

Lu Ju glanced at the person who was stopped outside the communication room through the window, and asked Luo Wenzhou with a solemn expression: "Are you sure you can handle it?" ”

Luo Wenzhou smiled at him nonchalantly: "You still don't worry about my errands?" ”

Lu Ju glanced at him: "If you want to put a line to fish, be careful not to play with it - the leaders of the city will definitely put pressure on us in the past two days, I will carry it for you for two more days, and you will take care of it for me." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Lu," Luo Wenzhou thought for a while, and lowered his voice slightly, "Wang Hongliang, you can rest assured, no one has found his head all these years, I don't believe anyone can cover the sky with one hand." ”

Lu Ju pursed his lips, turned down, and looked at him: "As long as it can be confirmed that the reported situation is true, no matter how big his roots are, and who wants to protect him behind him, as long as Lao Zhang and I are still there, we will definitely be able to deal with him - you should also be careful with me, do you hear me." ”

When Luo Wenzhou went downstairs, he happened to meet Zhang Donglai's "family and friend group".

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, wanting to be as low-key as possible.

Unexpectedly, it backfired, the children were all debts, and Zhang Donglai's group of fox friends and dog friends somehow heard about it, lest the world run to the city bureau collectively. Several luxury cars were parked at the gate of the city bureau, and several red men and green women appeared on the stage, and I don't know if they came to make an appearance or to show their eyes.

The lawyer rolled up his sleeves and went to get Zhang Donglai, while Zhao Haochang accompanied Zhang Ting every step of the way -- this pair of young men and women looked unusually fresh, refined, pure and simple among Zhang Donglai's group of friends who were living in the world.

Of course, Fei Du is also there, but this time he is like a pure outsider, and he accompanies Zhang Ting with a very low sense of survival. When Luo Wenzhou saw him, he found that he was dressed like a beast, plugged in headphones, and concentrated on playing games with an old model "PSP".

Luo Wenzhou wanted to pack these demons and monsters and throw them out, but his eyes fell on Fei Du's scratched old game console, and his expression suddenly eased. For the first time, he didn't open his mouth to find a ballast, and slowly slipped to Fei Du's side almost peacefully, and at the same time took a deep breath and made a mental construction for himself - even if he saw this kid playing a restrictive game of bloody violence, he decided to keep his feelings stable.

Unexpectedly, after a long day of construction, Luo Wenzhou took a look and saw a bunch of naïve "big-eyed lights" running on Fei Du's old game console - this domineering president was actually playing "bang bang" in full swing.

Luo Wenzhou: "......"

Just when Fei Du passed all the way, Zhang Donglai, who was babbling, finally came out, he walked with the wind all his body, and before he left the police station, he got carried away and announced loudly: "Those who came today are my brothers who have died, and if there is anything to say in the future, brother, I will insert knives in your ribs - insert them into a knife box!" ”

Fei Du's big-eyed army originally advanced and retreated properly, but was disrupted by his bloody voice, and the drum beat was wrong, and the army was suddenly defeated.

Luo Wenzhou held back until he was "gameover", and then he opened his mouth slowly: "I have always been puzzled, that is, why did you get mixed up with Zhang Donglai and their gang." ”

Fei Du glanced at him and shoved the game console into his pocket unhurriedly: "Because I think he lives a very philosophical life." ”

Luo Wenzhou was stunned because he didn't hear whether this was a compliment or a derogatory.

Fei Du waved his hand at Zhang Donglai, who ran over to him, turned his head and handed Luo Wenzhou a hypocritical smirk, and went to talk to Tao Ran.

This group of young masters swaggered away from the city bureau, and with their toenails they could figure out how high/high the media was squatting outside.

Lang Qiao seemed to see a hot topic in the coming week, and couldn't help but reach out and cover his eyes, and whispered to Tao Ran: "I don't dare to look at it." ”

Tao Ran: "Don't look at it, go to work." ”

Just as the young masters walked to the door, a figure suddenly jumped out and rushed into the middle of Zhang Donglai and his group unexpectedly.

She is thin and small, with yellow hair, and is He Zhongyi's mother.

The leading few losers looked at each other for a moment with the strangely dressed woman, and one of them whispered, "Who is this?" ”

He Zhongyi's mother's eyes were mixed with bloodshots, and she swept dryly over the faces of several people, her lips trembled violently a few times, and a muffled voice like a kitten came out of her throat: "Who killed my son?" ”

She couldn't speak clearly, her accent was heavy, and she asked three or four times before people could hear what she said.

Zhang Donglai's face was slightly gloomy, and he said a little gloomily: "Then who knows?" Not me anyway. ”

After speaking, he lowered his head to avoid the woman's gaze, and took the lead in stepping out and passing by her. The group of friends and relatives followed in his footsteps, spreading out on both sides like a plague, avoiding the woman as much as possible.

"Is this woman a little mentally abnormal?"

"It's pitiful."

"Isn't it pitiful to be caught in a small black room for no reason?"

"I tell you that Lao Tzu is farther away than Dou E, and I don't know her son at all......"

The woman stood there in a daze, staring blankly at the person who walked past her without being touched: "Who killed my son?" You guys...... You can't go ......."

Seeing that the group of people was about to leave in front of her, the woman was in a hurry, grabbed a few handfuls in the air, and accidentally wrapped around a girl's long hair.

The girl immediately screamed as if she had been stepped on by her tail, snatched back her hair and covered her chest, and jumped three feet high to hide behind her companion, and the young man next to her instinctively reached out to stop: "What are you doing, you are sick!" ”

The woman slammed into the young man's hard arm and fell to the ground with her buttocks, just as she hit Fei Du, who came out at the end.

Fei Du was saying goodbye to Tao Ran, but he was startled by the person who hit him, and he suddenly retreated half a step.

Before he could react, the woman stretched out her chicken claw hand as if grasping at a life-saving straw, grabbed Fei Du's valuable trouser leg with all her might, and said incoherently: "You can't go, you can't go!" You'll have to give me an explanation...... You can't go ......."

Several policemen wanted to come up to pull people, and the young man who pushed the woman down also walked up with a frown: "Fei Ye......"

Fei Du was also shot while lying down, frowned at the woman who pounced on him, and patted her on the shoulder awkwardly: "Do you want to get up first?" ”

The woman raised her head suddenly, just in time to look at Fei Du, she wailed and cried, her image was really not very decent, and the rich grief turned her into a mess.

Fei Du was suddenly stunned, and he didn't know who he saw through her gaze.

He bent down, held the woman's shoulder very gently, supported her to stand up again, and then waved at Zhang Donglai and them: "You go first." ”