Ninety-third bowl of soup (twelve)
Qing Huan is not very close to Meng Daxian and others. In her opinion, these juniors are quite cute, but there is no need to know each other. She will not stay here for long, and will leave after taking what she wants , she has never missed the prosperity of the world.
The successive appearance of the three deceased made Zhong Xun feel extremely bad. He almost broke his leg because of this case. Fortunately, the investigation results of the suitcase came out. This is an internationally renowned brand, and this one is this year's Limited edition, no more than 1,000 pieces in the world. Most importantly, each box has a unique number. According to the number, it is possible to find out who the buyer is.
This may be the only piece of good news.
Zhong Xun took Qing Huan to the buyer's place to investigate. He hadn't bought a car yet, because the traffic congestion in City K is famous all over the country. Driving to work in the morning is slower than walking, so Zhong Xun still rides a motorcycle, which is very cool. He gave Qing Huan a hard hat, and then took off the jacket for her to wear around her waist to prevent her from getting naked. There was no way, the skirt was too short.
All the way to the buyer's address, which is a high-end villa area. They were stopped outside and refused to enter. Zhong Xun took out his ID and threatened the security guard not to hinder the police, but he compromised and parked the motorcycle outside. A motorcycle, looking shabby.
Zhong Xun took out his phone and looked at the address: "No. 23... No. 23... here we are!"
In front of him was a European-style three-story villa. Qing Huan rang the doorbell, then grabbed the railing and looked inside. I feel that the people living here are very poetic, because the huge yard is almost full of flowers. In short, the overall feeling of this villa is very comfortable, and it is unexpected that there will be a murderer hiding in it. "Did Meng Xingzhen remind you? Although it is said that this family bought the box, it doesn't necessarily mean that the person is the murderer. Remember to be polite when you meet someone later."
Zhong Xun is a rough guy, he let out an oh to express his understanding, wondering if I look very impolite.
If the members of the criminal investigation team knew what their captain was thinking at this moment, they would probably smile and send him a blank stare. He is polite? When did he not kick down other people's doors? He has been kicking the door professionally for a hundred years, and his speech is mean and fierce. Even the leader of the gangster is ashamed to say that he is polite.
There was a room next to the gate. After they rang the doorbell, a sound came from the horn on the door: "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, we are the police, and we need to ask your son about something."
Zhong Xun found it troublesome to make up the speech. The big iron gate looked good, but it was not very strong. He felt that he could kick it open with one kick—what kind of quality is needed for a problem that can be solved by violence!
"Please wait a moment, I will ask my wife for instructions."
Soon there were people in the room, two adult men in suits who looked like security guards of the villa. After opening the door, one person continued to enter the room to watch the surveillance, while the other led the way for Qinghuan Zhongxun. After walking for a while, a tall, thin, middle-aged man in a tuxedo came over: "I'll just come here, you go down." .”
"Hello, I am the housekeeper of the Wu family, my surname is Zheng."
Qing Huan also smiled at him: "Hi, may I ask... is Young Master Wu at home?"
"You two will know when you go in."
Butler Zheng didn't say he was there, nor did he say he wasn't there, Zhong Xun and Qing Huan exchanged glances, and walked for five minutes under his guidance before reaching the living room. There was a woman sitting with her back facing them in the living room, butler Zheng stepped forward and bowed: "Madam, I brought her here."
"Thanks for your hard work." The wife stood up, "Hello, please sit down, Steward Zheng, and make two cups of black tea."
"yes."
It is the first time in Zhong Xun's life that he is sitting on such a comfortable and soft sofa. It is not that he has never seen a rich man before, but the Wu family is obviously rich too much. Thinking about his dead salary of several thousand yuan a month, he is still riding on the sofa. Motorcycles are really more popular than people. Qing Huan is very relaxed, she has stayed in even better places than this, and the Wu family is nothing to her. But this Mrs. Wu looks very attractive, gentle and graceful, her hair is tied into a bun with a green emerald hairpin stuck on it, although she is decorated in a European style, she is wearing a cheongsam, which outlines a slim figure come in figure. According to the survey data, she is in her forties, but she is well maintained. She looks at most in her early thirties, and she has a very good temperament.
This is the lady.
There are so many flowers planted in the villa, probably because she likes them.
"Mrs. Wu, we came here today to see Lingzi. I wonder if he is at home?" Qing Huan asked.
"Xiaofan has gone to the company, and he won't be back until noon. Comrade policeman, what are you looking for...?" She was reading a book just now, when she heard the housekeeper say that the police had come to the door, she was frightened at that time. She doesn't know the virtue of her son, he always makes troubles and troubles everywhere, I'm afraid something will happen. "Did he get into trouble outside? Can you tell me? I just called to ask him to come back. "
"No, we just have a few questions for him."
Mrs. Wu nodded: "Then please wait for a while, he will be back soon."
Even though she said that, she couldn't help but look at Qing Huan and Zhong Xun, but neither Zhong Xun nor Qing Huan would tell her why they came this time.
After about half an hour, Qing Huan finished drinking a cup of black tea, and Wu Fan finally came back. He is a very handsome young man, with the naturally raised corners of his lips making him always smile, and his peach blossom eyes are extremely affectionate. As soon as he entered the door, he first gave his mother a hug, and then asked: "Mom, why are you calling me back in such a hurry? Dad won't allow me to take a vacation."
Mrs. Wu laughed because of her son's coquettishness: "Two comrades from the police came to you and said they wanted to question you."
Wu Fan turned his head and saw Qing Huan's eyes lit up immediately: "Such a beautiful police lady!"
Zhong Xun stood up without a trace and stood in front of Qing Huan. In his heart, Qing Huan was just an innocent and ignorant underage girl, so he felt that as a public servant of the people, he must protect her well. "Wu Fan, right? I have something to ask you, can I speak alone?"
Wu Fan was stunned for a moment: "Of course, the study room please."
Wu Fan's study room is very big, the bookshelves are full of books, even a few books are stacked on the desk and computer. He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Sorry, it's a bit messy. I was recently caught by my dad as an intern in the company. I don't understand a lot of things, so I have to cram. Sit, sit."
He is only twenty-three years old this year, very young, and looks a little green. The survey data also shows that Wu Fan is just a child who hasn't grown up. Although he is occasionally fined for fighting and drag racing, they are all minor problems that are not painful.
"Mr. Wu, is this box yours?" Qing Huan put the photo in front of Wu Fan.
"It looks familiar..." Wu Fan hesitated for a few seconds, "I prefer to buy things, and I don't use them much after I buy them, so I don't remember them clearly. It should be mine, right?"
"This box has a number, because it is a limited edition, and each number corresponds to a buyer. This box is indeed yours." Zhong Xun stared at Wu Fan, trying to figure out something from his expression. "However, we found it at a crime scene, and there was a dead body in the box."
"Damn it!" Wu Fan's scalp was numb with fright: "You, what are you talking about? It's in it, it's in it—"
He waved his hands again and again: "It has nothing to do with me, I don't know! This box may belong to me, but I have never used it! I bought it because it looks good! I have a room for the things I bought, and There are a lot of bags, boxes and so on that haven’t been opened, I really don’t know! Miss Police, you can’t wrong me! Although I’m not a good young man, I’m not a bad person either!”
"Then do you know who can take this box without being noticed?" Qing Huan asked. "Your home has monitoring, can I call it out and have a look?"
"sure!"
Wu Fan is very attentive, he may have been really frightened, so he tried his best to assist Zhong Xun Qinghuan to prove his innocence. They called up the surveillance camera, and it turned out that there was no entry and exit record with the box at all. Even if the car can be driven away directly from the garage, a camera must be needed to take out the box, but there is nothing in the surveillance video.
The result is nothing.
No matter what he asked Wu Fan, he waved his hands and said he didn't know, desperately dismissing himself, like a frightened dude.
When they left the Wu family villa, Mrs. Wu invited them to visit again next time.
Zhong Xun put the safety helmet on for Qing Huan, his face was not very good-looking: "If it's not Wu Fan, then it must be someone related to him. It is impossible for this box to fly out with wings."
"But Wu Fan is not willing to tell you the truth. Didn't you notice that although he kept nagging, he didn't say anything useful." Qing Huan turned to look at Wu's villa. "Whether it's him or not, there must be inextricable connections with him. You can arrange team members to monitor Wu Fan, maybe you will gain something."
However, when they returned to the police station, they learned that a fourth body had been found. This time it was a girl again, still with the same cause of death and injuries, abandoned in a large shopping mall.
"Is there any way to find this grandson immediately??" Zhong Xun was already mad. "He has sped up the crime. Why? It's only been a few days since the last one died? This child died within 24 hours of being missing!"
He punched Meng Xingzhen's desk and asked Meng Daxian, "Don't you know fortune-telling? Can you figure it out?"