[037] Father
"You're so boring......"
Seeing that Mo Yan refused to speak, Yue Yue stretched out Bai Shengsheng's little hand and said childishly: "Give me back the buns!" ”
Mo Yan smiled: "No problem, when the case is solved, I will return you a basket of buns." ”
Yue Yue's eyes lit up, and he said, "That's not good, there is a bonus for this case, if the case is solved, you have to invite me to a big dinner." ”
Mo Yanqi said: "And the bonus? ”
Yue Yue said: "Of course, this is a big case, if the case is really solved, everyone who participates in solving the case will have a bonus." There will also be a special bonus for those who provide important clues or play an important role. Well, it's not much, but it's okay to treat me to a few big meals. ”
Mo Yan said happily: "Let's not eat a big meal, discount, half for one person!" ”
"Hah, that's what you said!" Yue Yue jumped up happily and said, "I've been fancy a bag for a long time, but I don't want to do it." ”
Although Mo Yan is also short of money, he is not short of this money, seeing Yue Yue's excitement, he felt that this girl was simple and cute, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, just rush your bag, we must solve this case." After a slight pause, he said, "By the way, did Zhao Yue make any moves over there?" ”
Yue Yue shook his head and said, "No, he hasn't gone out since last night." However, the exact circumstances are unknown, and our people cannot get close to his villa, so they can only stand guard outside. However, his bodyguard appeared, and when he met Lin Xiu in the cafeteria in the morning, he heard her say that the two edging seemed to have been driven out, and the other two were replaced. ”
Mo Yan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go out and fight for the big meal and bags." Something SMS me ......"
Yue Yue waved his fist to cheer him up, and said, "Handsome guy, come on!" ”
Mo Yan went downstairs to pick up the car in the parking lot, and went straight to the bank.
He withdrew 10,000 yuan in cash from the bank and went straight to the Clover Horticulture Company.
Located on the outskirts of the city, the horticultural company is itself a sprawling botanical garden, with a small two-story red building at the southern end of the garden, which houses the company's offices.
Mo Yan parked the car outside the botanical garden, lit a cigarette, looked at the small red building in the distance, and deduced all the information again in his mind.
The reason why he is eyeing Xu Defa and Shamrock Horticulture Company is based on those old press releases from half a year ago.
When he saw the name Xu Defa in Zhao Yue's email, he didn't pay attention to it at first, but when he browsed all the names, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen the names Xu Defa and Shamrock Horticulture Company somewhere. When the self-consciousness is formed, all the memories of the old times have been digitized and stored in the depths of consciousness. When he needs it, as long as his mind moves, the ego consciousness will automatically reveal the corresponding information.
After opening the two impression words Xu Defa and Shamrock Horticultural Company, my self-consciousness searched for a few press releases from a few months ago, but because he was only browsing at the time, there were not too specific details in these materials.
However, this is enough to attract Mo Yan's attention.
He had forgotten the specifics of these press releases, but the headlines were clear. In particular, the first press release was titled "Hundred-year-old trees are dying one after another, is it greening the environment, or is it destroying the ecology!" 》
The general content of this press release is that when Shamrock Horticulture Company undertook the greening project of a certain community, several century-old trees transplanted from the deep mountains died one after another, and the reporter asked the company, is this behavior greening the environment or destroying the ecology? The reporter's rhetoric was very sharp, and he posted three follow-up reports in succession. However, the final outcome is inconclusive......
People who are good at reasoning always grasp the tiniest details and develop associations.
After digging out these press releases from the depths of his memory, Mo Yan's first thought was---- those hundred-year-old trees transplanted from the deep mountains are the best vehicles for transporting poisons!"
Of course, this is just an association, not a careful deduction.
Next, he searched the computer for the original press releases, determined the origin of the century-old trees, and the timeline of transplants and deaths, and knew that he had caught the tail of the case......
First of all, the source of the century-old trees is southern Xinjiang, which is rich in forestry resources and close to the drug cultivation areas outside the country.
Secondly, the dossier of the seven field teams clearly indicates that the drug resources in Zhao Yue's hands will be particularly abundant and peak at a certain period of time every year, so that the price of drugs in the entire Wanling City will drop slightly. Mo Yan noticed that this period had a strange connection with Shamrock's business in southern Xinjiang. The number of times Shamrock transplants century-old trees from southern Xinjiang is about once a year, ranging from seven to eight trees each time. The transplantation of ancient trees is very demanding, and factors such as environment and season must be taken into account. Specific to the environment and soil of Wanling, the time for Sanye to transplant ancient trees is almost in October. Amazingly, the peak of the drug supply in Wanling City happened to be in November, and those press releases appeared at the end of October.
In the end, Mo Yan checked the information of the fishing club and found that its branch in Wanling was established eight years ago, Zhao Yue registered as a member in the first year, and Xu Defa registered in the second year. In other words, if the two knew each other, it should have been seven years ago. Interestingly, it was precisely that year that Shamrock Horticulture expanded its business in southern Xinjiang for the first time. And Zhao Yue's career also follows this timeline. Before this, although he had few assets, at most he was comparable to the current Lin Feiyu, far from the scenery at this time.
Reasoning is about bold assumptions and careful verification.
While there is no direct evidence, this timeline is at least circumstantial.
And for a person like Mo Yan who does not stick to the form, it is enough to have these indirect evidence, and as for the direct evidence, it is actually very simple for him, it is nothing more than a trip......
As long as the behavior is valid, no matter how cautious people are, they will leave clues.
With this timeline, Mo Yan believes that with his own ability, it is only a matter of time before he finds direct evidence.
"Hiding poison inside the roots of ancient trees is indeed the best way, with a large volume and a high insurance coefficient, as long as the quarantine department is opened, it is almost unimpeded."
Mo Yan lived in Mojia Village when he was a child, and there was a big mountain behind it, and he was very familiar with those century-old trees. Dig a small, narrow hole in the roots of the ancient tree, put drugs in it, and plug it up. As long as the measures can keep up, the old trees can still maintain their apparent vitality for a short time. Moreover, the sap of many ancient trees has different degrees of pungent taste, and the roots of the ancient trees are wrapped in heavy soil during transportation, which is difficult for even police dogs to find. If you have a good gardener, you can put drugs inside an old tree even while it's still in the soil, and then let the hole or crack grow and heal naturally. In this way, although the volume will be greatly reduced, the advantage is that the insurance coefficient is extremely high. Even if the police pick up the soil at the roots of the old trees, they may not be able to find clues. In the absence of hard evidence, you can't have to saw every tree and inspect it, right?
Shamrock transplants seven to eight trees a year, and as long as two or three of them are used as vehicles, the scale can scare people to death. Of course, it has to be a very pure drug.
Mo Yan can be sure that this method of transporting drugs is definitely not the first case, and someone must have tried it a long time ago.
The reason why Seven places ignored this suspicion is that Zhao Yue and Xu Defa do not have any superficial connection. And there are too many lists on that email, there are more than 400 members, even if everyone checks it, they may not be able to notice Xu Defa. After all, this guy has no criminal record, and his identity is also very beautiful, which makes it difficult to think that he has anything to do with drugs. In fact, the list of more than 400 people includes members who are engaged in the transportation industry. In this regard, they are more doubtful than Xu Defa.
If Mo Yan hadn't read those press releases, he might not have noticed Xu Defa, let alone unearthed that wonderful timeline.
"The first priority is to find the whereabouts of those dead ancient trees, and I wonder if they have been burned?"
Mo Yan smoked a cigarette and pondered in his heart how to start.
At this time, his mobile phone suddenly vibrate, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and he found that it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hey, hello......" pressed the call button, and he was used to saying hello to the other party.
"Hello, may I ask, are you Mo Yan?"
What came out of the microphone was an unfamiliar male voice, very deep. Mo Yan noticed that when the other party addressed himself, he used honorifics.
"Yes, I am, who are you?"
"I'm Gao Zhengtang, your father's secretary......"
When Mo Yan heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly......
The word father seemed far away to him. But he knew very well that his father would always be his father, and he would not change anything by his feelings.
"Just say anything about it." Mo Yan lit another cigarette and said lightly.
Secretary Gao said: "That's the case, your mother asked me to tell you ......"
Mo Yan frowned, unceremoniously interrupted the other party's words, and said, "I think you made a mistake, my mother died a long time ago. ”
"............" Secretary Gao was obviously stunned, and didn't seem to know how to continue.