Lang Qiao carried a folding umbrella and rushed into the city bureau office building in three steps and two steps, leaving a long series of wet footprints.

When she went upstairs, she was slipped on the floor, almost throwing herself to the ground, and hurriedly grabbed the handrail, and when she looked up, she just saw Luo Wenzhou coming down from the first floor of the director's office.

Luo Wenzhou glanced at her, with a rare solemnity on his face.

Lang Qiao stretched out his hand and twisted Liuhai on his forehead: "Boss, what's wrong?" I'm a little flustered when you're so strict. ”

"Tao Ran and the little glasses in the sub-bureau, according to the clues given by He Zhongyi's roommate today, deduced that He Zhongyi may have been in contact with a mysterious person before his death," Luo Wenzhou whispered, "It is said that that person had a conflict with He Zhongyi at work for some reasons, and later gave him that mobile phone in order to apologize." ”

Luo Wenzhou is tall and long-legged, and walks very fast, Lang Qiao has to trot all the way to keep up, after hearing this, she felt that her brains were about to evaporate along her wet hair, and repeated a little confusedly: "A bit of conflict? Only...... Just sent a mobile phone? Then I have conflicts with people on the subway every day, why is no one ever sending me? ”

Luo Wenzhou rarely didn't answer her jokes: "Tao Ran and they re-checked the distribution point where the deceased worked, visited the work route of his delivery, and finally found an eyewitness in the storefront of a chain café - the witness said that a few days ago, when He Zhongyi was about to leave after delivering the goods, he did have a physical confrontation with someone not far from the entrance of the store, and the surveillance in the store happened to take pictures of the person's license plate number. ”

While talking, the two of them went to the interrogation room, and through the glass on one side, they saw a young man sitting opposite Tao Ran.

The man was in his early twenties, his hair was dyed flaxen, and he was dressed in a colorful brand, and it could be seen that he was desperately suppressing the anger, and the anger was about to erupt from the seven orifices.

"Yes, I've probably beaten this ** silk, so what? I've beaten a lot of people, but it really has nothing to do with me. If you don't believe it, ask Fei Du, did I come with him that day? Officer Tao, let me tell you, if it weren't for Fei Ye's sake, you would have detained me like this, and I would ...... I ...... early."

Lang Qiao looked at the arrogant young man inside blankly: "This is the second suspect?" Why did you bring him back to the city bureau? ”

"On the night of the accident, the deceased said that he was going to a place called 'Chengguang Mansion', and the person inside happened to be in Chengguang Mansion that day." Luo Wenzhou sighed, "This person's name is Zhang Donglai, and he is the son of a well-known local entrepreneur. ”

"Oh, the rich second generation." Lang Qiao blinked, "So what? ”

Luo Wenzhou: "He is also Zhang Ju's nephew." ”

Lang Qiao: "......"

Before she could restart her dead brain, a policeman on duty ran over and whispered to Luo Wenzhou: "Team Luo, a person surnamed Fei is here and says he wants to find Deputy Tao." ”

Fei Du politely thanked the officer on duty who poured him water, took a sip and set it aside—the coffee they poured him was actually instant, with a strange smell of sesame oil in it.

He looked around at the interior decoration of the city bureau, and felt that it was really tasteful, and it was shoddy, and the paint on the corner of the table was still there, probably freshly brushed, and it smelled carefully.

Luo Wenzhou walked in from the outside, and saw Fei Du carefully studying the texture of their table, he frowned, his eyes were very gloomy - if it weren't for the hollow table, Luo almost felt that there was a corpse hidden underneath.

Fei Du glanced at him and saw that it was him, as if he was not very surprised, and simply nodded at him: "Sit down." ”

Luo Wenzhou: "......"

This kid is taking this as his home!

Fei Du stirred the sesame oil-flavored coffee with a plastic spoon and asked, "What about Tao Ran?" ”

"I'm busy." Luo Wenzhou pulled out a pen, spread out the notebook, didn't say half a word of greeting, and asked straight to the point, "On the evening of the 20th, that is, the day before yesterday, are you with Zhang Donglai?" I'll talk about it when I've thought about it. ”

Fei Du leaned on the back of the chair, tilted his head slightly, and crossed Erlang's legs with his two long legs on his legs, although the sitting posture could not be called "no sitting", but inexplicably people felt that he could not be put in that place.

He looked at Luo Wenzhou with a smile and asked, "Team Luo, am I a suspect?" ”

Luo Wenzhou glanced at him coldly.

Fei Du spread his hands indifferently: "Then you'd better be polite to me, I'm not a suspect, and criminal arraignment is not mandatory, I can leave at any time if I'm unhappy." ”

"Oh," Luo Wenzhou put the pen down, "I have to coax you to be happy first, right?" Okay, you say, how can I coax you, should I sing you a song now, or will I go out and buy you a bag of candy? ”

Fei Du, who had just been given a toffee card by Officer Tao the night before: "......"

The wind and rain outside the window made a chaotic sound on the window lattice, and the two people in the room who did not like each other sat silently.

After a while, Luo Wenzhou may have felt a little naïve himself, and sneered, he took out his cigarette case, knocked lightly on the corner of the table, and was pointing.

"Mind me," Fei Du opened his mouth without asking, "I've had a bit of pharyngitis lately. ”

Luo Wenzhou said with a smile: "If you are dumb, you will not be far from world peace." ”

However, he still put down the lighter, took the unlit cigarette and turned it around his fingers a few times: "Zhang Dong said that he picked you up at the gate of the Chengguang Mansion at about eight o'clock the night before yesterday, and you didn't leave until midnight, and you can testify to him during this period." ”

"I arrived before eight o'clock and left at midnight. I did greet him at both times," Fei Du said lightly, "The activities arranged by the master are very 'rich', and it would be illogical to say that he has always been in my sight, and you won't believe it." ”

Luo Wenzhou tore the cigarette paper with his hand: "Why, haven't you been fooling around together?" ”

Fei Du propped his elbows on the table, leaned forward slightly, and a damp cologne smell swept by the rain hit his face: "Because I don't like to share a partner with other men, Team Luo, I have to say goodbye to you if you ask such a boring and innocent question again." ”

"I can't see that you are quite particular," Luo Wenzhou didn't raise his eyebrows, mocked officially, and said, "In other words, you can't prove that Zhang Donglai didn't kill people in the Chengguang Mansion that day." ”

"I can't, but someone can, if I need to, I can get everyone who came into contact with him that night to come over in two hours, and a handbag for each person should be enough for them to run errands."

Luo Wenzhou poked the tip of his pen on the table: "Are you hinting at me, you plan to use wealth transactions to forge human certificates?" ”

"Why, a few small models have made perjury, will the elites still worry that they won't be able to interrogate?" Fei Du shook his head, "No, I'm suing you why Zhang Donglai can't be a murderer." ”

Fei Du leaned back in his chair, distanced himself from Luo Wenzhou, and said in his characteristic lazy tone, "If it is Zhang Donglai, it is obviously unwise to do it himself, he can find someone to tie the deceased back, whether it is illegal detention or secret death, anyway, the West District is full of floating population, countless people say goodbye every day, and a person disappears, no one will find out, even if he calls the police, no one will pay attention." ”

Luo Wenzhou listened to his uncontrollable remarks, his palms itched irrepressibly, and he wanted to pick up the scum surnamed Fei and beat him violently, so he couldn't hold back, the tip of the pen pierced the paper, "hissed", and left an angry mouth: "Murderers are usually not 'wise' when they kill people." ”

"Oh, you say passion kills." Fei Du paused, "Are there any other blunt force injuries on the deceased's body other than the one on which he was knocked unconscious?" ”

Luo Wenzhou: "Did you ask me or did I ask you?" ”

"It sounds like the answer is 'no,'" Fei Du said in a rather calm tone, "Passion kills, the murderer's feelings are explosive, the anger rises to the peak in an instant, and then it is generally like an outburst. A victim who fainted on the ground and had no ability to resist should have his head smashed into a rotten watermelon - strangled to death? ”

He propped his elbows on the armrests of the chair, propped his chin on his fingertips, and laughed: "Strangling the other party is a kind of long-term, enjoyable way of killing, and sometimes it even carries a little bit of 'that aspect' meaning." A person who is so thirsty that his throat smokes is willing to sit down and 'taste tea'? Personally, I don't think the process is very natural. ”

Luo Wenzhou's face sank: "You think killing people is 'tasting tea'." ”

"It's just a metaphor," Fei Du shrugged lightly, "Zhang Donglai won't kill people, even if he kills someone, he won't throw the corpse, and even if he throws the corpse, he won't throw it into the narrow alley of the West District, which he is completely unfamiliar with, this is a rational analysis." From the point of view of intuition, Zhang Donglai's cowardice who can't support the wall with mud is angry, and at most he scolds the street, he doesn't have the courage to kill people. ”

From the moment the surname Fei sat there, only the last sentence sounded more human-like.

Zhang Donglai is the son of Zhang Ju's eldest brother, an old man, the family conditions are good, he is not used to it, he is squeamish and wasteful, Luo Wenzhou has seen him a few times, and he really doesn't think he has the courage and psychological quality.

As for other things, it can only be verified by the police, and there is nothing to ask from Fei Du, Luo Wenzhou closed his notebook, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey." Fei Du suddenly stopped him from behind.

As soon as Luo Wenzhou turned around, a small thing flew towards him, he subconsciously reached out to copy it, and found that Fei Du had thrown him a USB flash drive.

"There are several situations in criminal cases that are vulnerable to public attention," Fei Du said. First, the scale is very large, such as terror/terror/attack, which is news; second, the methods are particularly weird and cruel, or the events with urban legends such as serial killers, which are curious; Third, the victim belongs to a low-risk group, such as students and office workers with regular lifestyles, and the middle class who keep to themselves, which is a group panic generated by the victim; Fourth, to the point of a long-standing social contradiction, such as the case of a social elite involving public power, privilege, and lack of morality, this is the topic of conversation -- your case, which has not touched any side, has received extraordinary attention from the beginning. ”

The muffled thunder that was about to die down sounded faintly in a very distant place, adding a continuous tail note to his words.

"After a short period of abnormal attention, it stands to reason that people will soon lose interest in it, but at this time, Zhang Donglai is involved again." Fei Du stood up, walked to Luo Wenzhou's side, and when he staggered by, he said softly, "Is it a coincidence or is someone manipulating you?" ”

Luo Wenzhou's eyes froze.

"No thanks, I'm Chong Taoran." Fei Du picked up his umbrella, stopped looking at him, and left.

"Feidu." Luo Wenzhou suddenly said, "It's next week, right?" It's been seven years, and it's time for you to start over. ”

Fei Du ignored him, maintained an even pace, and walked away without looking back.