898, flying disaster
Seeing that Liao Fan was leaving, He Xiaofan quickly stood up: "I'll send you?"
"No, you eat first. Liao Fan looked embarrassed, and it seemed that he was in some trouble.
After explaining a few words to Wan Xiaojuan and others, Liao Fan left in a hurry.
The scene was a little awkward for a while......
This literary plan has something to do in the morning and something in the evening, but after all, Liao Fan is from the magic capital, and this is Jiangnan City, which inevitably makes everyone suspicious.
The ninth sister asked Wan Xiaojuan curiously: "Director Wan, what is the matter with Liao Planning? ”
"I don't know. Wan Xiaojuan looked confused when she was asked, and she didn't seem to know the situation very well: "In the morning, Liao planned to meet an old friend, and if something happened, I could come over to talk to you about cooperation instead of him, but now, I really don't know what is wrong with him." ”
"Isn't it going to an old friend's dinner?" said Wang Fatzi a little unhappily.
When the script producer Zhao Sifan heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand: "No way, after all, we came to Jiangnan City specifically to talk to you about cooperation, and it is impossible for Liao to leave you to go to a friend's dinner, I can guarantee this." ”
"I can also guarantee that Planning Liao is not that kind of person. Assistant Xiao Gao also quickly interjected.
Seeing that the situation at the scene was a little embarrassing, the ninth sister helped her glasses, and also said: "It's okay, maybe Liao has planned too many things, and he will naturally come over when he finishes dealing with it, let's eat first, and go to sing after dinner." ”
"Yes, yes, eat, eat. He Xiaofan didn't want the situation to be too embarrassing, and hurriedly motioned for everyone to move their chopsticks.
Everyone put Liao Fan's departure aside for the time being, it was time to eat and drink.
The clock was fast approaching 6 p.m.
Just when He Xiaofan was anxious, for fear that the cooked duck would fly away, Wan Xiaojuan suddenly received a call.
She put down the chopsticks in her hand and quickly opened the answer button: "Liao Fan." ”
Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and their eyes stared at Wan Xiaojuan.
After a few seconds, Wan Xiaojuan said: "That is to say, the head office has already agreed, right? I can sign a contract with them tonight? Okay, okay, I know." ”
Hearing Wan Xiaojuan's conversation, He Xiaofan secretly glanced at Wang Fatzi, and the two interacted with each other, as if they felt that victory was in sight.
But as soon as the painting style changed, Wan Xiaojuan suddenly frowned slightly: "What? Are you in some trouble? You may have to go to ......the police station?" What's going on?"
"Police station?" He Xiaofan heard this, and quickly glanced at Gu Chen beside him.
Wan Xiaojuan was also anxious, and began to stand up and walk to the window to communicate with her.
After a minute of phone call, Gu Chen could tell from Wan Xiaojuan that it seemed that Liao Fan was in big trouble.
After hanging up the phone, Wan Xiaojuan stroked her long hair, and the whole person began to go up and down, and she had no interest in singing at all.
"What's wrong? Is something wrong with Liao Jihua?" Seeing that the situation was wrong, the ninth sister hurriedly asked.
Wan Xiaojuan also frowned slightly, and said for some reason: "I don't know what the situation is, Liao Fan is now in the Wanshan Museum, I heard that the deputy director over there was killed, and the police investigation found that he had contact with the deputy director, so I asked him to question, and the person is still in the Wanshan Museum." ”
"How can this be?" the ninth sister was also stunned when she heard it.
If you want to say that Liao Fan was absent in the morning, he still caused trouble in the afternoon?
And listening to Wan Xiaojuan say this, I feel that the situation is not so simple.
So he asked, "Which police station are you going to?"
"It seems to be...... Seremban Branch. Wan Xiaojuan said.
He Xiaofan immediately glanced at Gu Chen: "Gu Chen, it's your unit, or ...... Let's take a look, after all, Liao Fan is our important partner, and if we encounter some trouble, we can't help, then it's too much. ”
"Okay, I'll take a look. Gu Chen put down his chopsticks and prepared to leave.
He Xiaofan also quickly stood up and arranged to everyone: "You eat first, and Gu Chen and I will go over to see the situation first?"
Glancing at Wang Fatzi, He Xiaofan repeatedly admonished: "Wang Hai, take them to Dynasty KTV after eating, there is a private room I have set over there, and we will come to you as soon as the matter is resolved." ”
"No problem, it's on me. Wang Fatzi also patted his chest and reassured.
Wan Xiaojuan hurriedly touched the assistant Xiao Gao: "Xiao Gao, you go with them, call me at any time if you have something." ”
"Okay. The male assistant Xiao Gao also quickly put down his chopsticks, picked up the briefcase and followed behind.
Several people went out together and came to the parking lot, Gu Chen drove He Xiaofan and assistant Xiaogao to Wanshan Museum together.
At this moment, the sky is gradually darkening.
The whole city is in off-duty mode, and there is surprisingly congested roads.
But fortunately, Gu Chen is very familiar with congested road conditions.
After sparing some long distance, I successfully arrived outside the Wanshan Museum.
At this moment, the Wanshan Museum has been closed, a cordon has been pulled up at the door, and several auxiliary police officers are on duty at the door.
Gu Chen parked the car on the side of the road, quickly got out of the car and walked to the gate.
When the two auxiliary policemen saw someone coming, they hurriedly stepped forward to stop them and said, "It is forbidden to enter here." ”
"It's me. Gu Chen stepped forward and brushed his face.
The tall and thin auxiliary police squinted: "Yo, it turned out to be Team Leader Gu, aren't you on vacation today?"
"A friend was called here, so I came over to have a look. Gu Chen glanced at the gate of the museum, a little curious: "What is the current situation here?"
"One of the deputy curators was killed in an attack, and the museum lost something. Looking back at the gate of the museum, another auxiliary police officer also shrugged: "Anyway, Lu Weiwei and Lao Wang are still inside." ”
"Then I'll go in and have a look. ”
"Okay. ”
"No problem. ”
Seeing that Gu Chen wanted to go in, the two auxiliary policemen hurriedly raised the cordon for him.
Seeing Gu Chen walking into the museum, He Xiaofan and his assistant Xiao Gao also wanted to get closer, but they were stopped outside by two auxiliary policemen.
"Comrade policeman, I ...... We are in this together. He Xiaofan said with a smile.
The tall and thin auxiliary officer shook his head: "You have to stay outside too." ”
"But how can Gu Chen go in? Isn't he your apprentice?" Xiao Gao glanced at He Xiaofan, expressing some incomprehension.
He Xiaofan smiled: "Let me tell you the truth, Gu Chen is the leader of the third criminal investigation team of the Furong Branch, and he is a serious policeman." ”
"Police...... Police?" The assistant Xiao Gao, who felt that he had been deceived, was also a little panicked and said, "Then you didn't say it earlier?"
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On this side, the question of whether Gu Chen was a driver or a policeman was still being discussed, while on the other side, Gu Chen walked directly into the gate of the museum and came to the hall on the first floor.
At this moment, Officer Wang, Lu Weiwei and Yuan Shasha had already made notes on several staff members at the scene, including Liao Fan, who left at the dinner.
Seeing Gu Chen walking briskly, Yuan Shasha, who was facing Gu Chen's direction, was suddenly stunned, and said with a happy face: "Huh, Senior Brother Gu, why are you here?"
"Gu Chen, aren't you on vacation?"
"You called a friend, so I came over to have a look. Gu Chen also walked quickly in front of everyone.
When Liao Fan saw Gu Chen, he was also surprised: "Aren't you the driver?"
"Driver, when did Senior Brother Gu become a driver?" Hearing Liao Fan's words, Lu Weiwei was also stunned, feeling a little foggy.
Gu Chen waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's not important, what matters is what's going on here?"
"That's right. Lu Weiwei put down the transcript and explained to Gu Chen on the spot: "Wanshan Museum usually closes at 6:30 in the afternoon, so at 5:30, the museum staff will arrange for tourists to leave. ”
But after the security guard completed the routine inspection, he didn't see Deputy Director Bao appear, because every time at this time, Deputy Director Bao had to check the whole scene before leaving, so the security guard felt a little unusual, so he went to the deputy director's office to find him. ”
As a result, they knocked on the door, but there was no answer inside, and the security guard immediately pushed the door in, only to find Deputy Director Bao lying on the ground, and his head appeared to have been injured by a blunt object. ”
"Injured by a blunt object?" Gu Chen frowned slightly when he heard this.
Officer Wang nodded silently: "That's right, people are dead, and things are lost, the safe in the office is open, an ancient mask that has just been sent to the museum, and some other precious cultural relics are missing, this is obviously all robbery and murder." ”
"Where is Deputy Curator Bao's body now, can you take me to see it?" Gu Chen asked.
A uniformed security guard said, "Just lying in his office, come with me." ”
After saying that, he turned around and left, and took everyone to the curator's office.
When I came to the scene of the crime, the door of the deputy director's office had been cordoned off, and an auxiliary police officer was guarding the door.
Seeing everyone coming, he gave up his position and raised the cordon.
Gu Chen, Lu Weiwei, Officer Wang and Yuan Shasha walked into the office one after another.
And in the lobby of the office, as everyone said, Deputy Director Bao was lying on the ground, with obvious marks of blunt force injuries on his head.
Judging from the injuries, it seems to be a close-range attack, which can be described as a one-hit kill.
Gu Chen squatted down, and Lu Weiwei immediately handed him a pair of white gloves.
Gu Chen asked curiously, "Haven't you been touched at the scene?"
"You'll have to ask the security guard about this. Lu Weiwei looked back and said loudly to the door: "Security, where is the security guard?"
"It's coming. The security guard got through the cordon and walked quickly to Lu Weiwei's side.
"Tell him everything you saw when you just walked in the door. Lu Weiwei said.
The security guard said "uh-huh" twice, and then replied: "Just like the female police officer said just now, after we sent the tourists away, we found that Deputy Director Bao was missing." ”
"I think he should be in the office, after all, every day at this time, he has to come and do his rounds, but today there is no trace. ”
So I came to the door of the office, and after calling several times but no one answered, I pushed the door in, and then I found Deputy Director Bao lying on the ground, and it seemed that he had been attacked with a blunt object on his head, and then I called the police. ”
"Have you ever touched the scene, including Deputy Curator Bao's body, and the surrounding items or something?" Gu Chen turned his head and asked him.
The security guard waved his hand: "No, no, this scared almost pee, I found out that the situation was wrong, and quickly ran out of the office, and then loudly notified my colleagues, and then we called the police, until your police arrived, I never went to the office again." ”
Gu Chen nodded slightly, but found that on the curator's desk, a cigar had not yet burned out, and green smoke was rising.
Gu Chen stepped forward and took the cigar in his hand to observe it carefully.
Lu Weiwei on the side stepped forward and said: "I asked the security guards about this cigar, and after they entered the house, they found that it was lit, maybe it was smoked by Director Bao, or it was left by the murderer." ”
"Is the murderer so stupid? After the murder, he still left a lit cigar?" Gu Chen frowned slightly, and after looking around left and right, his gaze stayed on the security guard.
Gu Chen took a few steps forward, lit up the cigar in front of the security guard and asked, "Are you sure this cigar was found after entering the house?"
"Yes, I found it when I entered the house. Uncle Security said.
Yuan Shasha seems to know a lot about cigars.
After putting on the white gloves, she took the lit cigar from Gu Chen's hand, and after carefully observing it, she said lightly:
"Judging by the burn of the cigar, this new cigar should have been lit around 5 p.m., which should not be much different in time. ”
"So, the curator was killed around 5 p.m.?" Gu Chen pursed his dry lips and turned his head to ask Officer Wang.
Officer Wang shook his head: "I just came, so I don't know very well. ”
"What is the situation with Liao Fan outside?" Gu Chen asked again.
"He, because he's the only one who'll see Director Bao today, so it's a routine for us to call him over for questioning. Officer Wang said.
Lu Weiwei asked curiously, "Could it be that Senior Brother Gu knows him?"
Gu Chen smiled: "I also just met, he is a collaborator with a friend of mine, and when I had dinner at night, I was temporarily called here, so I came over to take a look." ”
"Oh, I see. When Lu Weiwei heard this, she also said thoughtfully: "The main thing is that he came to the Wanshan Museum to find Director Bao at noon, and we also wanted to learn something from him and see what was abnormal about Director Bao today, so we asked him to come over to assist in the investigation." ”
Glancing at the cigar lit in Yuan Shasha's hand, Lu Weiwei said again: "But judging from the situation at the scene, the murderer should have come over at about 5 o'clock, and Liao Fan said that he was having dinner with friends at about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, so we wanted to find out." ”
"That's right, Liao Fan did have dinner with me around 5 p.m., and I can testify to that. ”
Gu Chen also sought truth from facts and sorted out the situation on the spot.
Lu Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and nodded silently: "It turned out that I was eating with you? ”
"But...... Who did it?" Officer Wang clasped his hands to his chest, looked at the body of the burly Curator Bao, and said thoughtfully:
"Looking at Curator Bao's strong body, he should also be a person who exercises regularly, if the murderer breaks in, Curator Bao will fight to the death, right?"
"Strangely, however, I found no signs of a fight in the room, suggesting that everything was happening quietly. ”
"And the blunt object attack on the head can only show that the murderer committed the crime in a very close place, perhaps an acquaintance. ”
Officer Wang's voice fell, and Gu Chen reflexively glanced at the security guard.
The security uncle was startled, and quickly waved his hand to clear the relationship: "Don't ...... Don't look at me, it's none of the business, I've been on duty in the hall today, as other colleagues can attest. ”
"I didn't say it was you. Gu Chen also walked to Director Bao's corpse and circled around Director Bao, and then said, "Let me ask you, does Director Bao usually exercise?"
"He's going to play basketball or soccer or something, and he's very tough. ”
"Then ......what if" Gu Chen looked up at the security guard, and said, "I mean, if, suppose you are asked to have a fight with Director Bao, the kind of duel to the death, do you think you have a chance to defeat him?"
"Uh......"
was a little confused by Gu Chen's question, the security uncle scratched the back of his head, and after some careful thinking, he said: "If I am asked to have a life-and-death duel with Director Bao, maybe I may not have a chance to defeat him." ”
"Because Director Bao is a person, he usually exercises regularly, and when he was in school, he was a sportsman. ”
"If you want to fight him, it's okay to have a weapon in your hand, but if you don't have a weapon, I don't think the odds are good. ”
When Gu Chen heard this, he also nodded slightly: "In this way, even you may not have beaten Curator Bao, which means that it is unlikely that ordinary people want to hit Curator Bao, but if it is at close range, a surprise attack can make Curator Bao unguardable." ”
The security guard was stunned when asked.
He looked at Gu Chen, then at Curator Bao lying on the ground, and then at himself, then nodded and said, "Yes, comrade policeman, what you said is right, this situation can only be a close-range attack." ”
"Because Officer Wang also said just now, there are almost no traces of a fight in the room, which shows that our Director Bao was killed by one blow, and the murderer must have attacked Director Bao when he was unprepared and unexpected. ”
"Is it for cultural relics?" Gu Chen crossed his waist, turned his head to look at the safe in the office, and then asked the security guard: "Anyway, what things did you lose?"
"That's it...... An ancient mask that has just been sent to the museum is an item that will be put on display in the exhibition area tomorrow, as well as some other precious artifacts. ”
"However, compared to the ancient mask, the other items are insignificant, because it is said that this mask is very valuable, and it is a mask worn by a royal family in ancient times. ”
"Imperial Mask?" Gu Chen's eyes were stunned.
The security guard nodded fiercely: "That's right, it's a royal mask, and it was collected by our museum from a private person, it is said to have been unearthed in the royal tomb, and it is a rare treasure." ”
"And our curator Bao also took a lot of effort to introduce this ancient mask to our Wanshan Museum, and even some were reluctant to display it for tourists to visit. ”
After thinking about it, the security uncle said again: "So I will temporarily lock it in the safe in the office, and prepare to wait for all the tourists to leave today, and then quietly take it out and put it in the professional exhibition cabinet." ”
"But I didn't expect this to happen this afternoon, Director Bao was stoned to death, and the mask and other cultural relics were also missing, it felt like a real disaster. ”
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