"The last time I heard from Baokang was on May 1. The police station called me that day and said that he threw a beer bottle downstairs and almost hit someone. I said don't come to me for this kind of thing in the future, you guys If you want to arrest it, just arrest it, go in and lock it up for a few more years, just in time for me to take back the small house, so that my husband will still have opinions on me."
Meng Zhao frowned slightly, his eyes were concerned, and his eyes were full of serious listening. The woman sitting opposite her smiled bitterly, lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes: "It's ridiculous, isn't it, police officer? I used to love him so much, the yellow mutton that my daughter was reluctant to buy for her in the middle school entrance examination, she bought the whole piece of stew. I want to send it to him, I just think that he is the only true root of our old Gao family, the only son of my brother, isn’t it right and proper for my sister to help my brother?…”
Gao Xia was not a few years older than Meng Zhao, but she looked much older than her. Her shoulders were always slightly hunched, as if she had to grit her teeth to carry her inherent humbleness and cowardice. , She is very different from Gao Baokang, who has a small flat head and eight-character eyebrows, and almost writes the word "many" on her face. She doesn't look like an aunt and nephew.
Meng Zhao let out a long sigh and asked, "Then is he still asking you for money now?"
The sigh of understanding, neither light nor heavy, hit Gao Xia's heart, causing the haggard middle-aged woman to be filled with grievances that she would not dare to sue: "I want money?—You know that Baokang was just arrested back then. Go in, my husband finally can't stand the time when I divorced, how did they treat me? My dad called me back to my hometown and scolded me to death! He also said that I didn't take good care of Baokang and didn't take the money to buy him a house early. Marrying, only to put him in prison for committing a crime, is to kill the old Gao family! How did I live in those two years? My husband doesn't want me anymore, and my daughter doesn't recognize me. A woman who thinks I've been divorced is unlucky..."
Gao Xia choked out clearly and quickly restrained herself.
"Afterwards, my husband was softhearted and said that his daughter couldn't live without a mother, so he took his daughter and remarryed me, so I was rescued from the fire pit. Who knew that Baokang was released from prison within a year of the remarriage, and he even started calling again to ask questions. I want money and a house, but if I don’t give it, I’ll scold him! It’s enough for him to scold me. My parents also call me all day from my hometown to ask me to give him the money for my daughter to go abroad. White-eyed wolf! After I got it, I didn't dare to answer the phone. I still have my own life to live, and my husband and daughter to take care of. Should I get a divorce and go back to be a horse for them?"
Gao Xia wiped her eyes with her palm, and Meng Zhao soothedly grabbed her wrinkled hand and patted her: "What did you do after that?"
"I blocked both his and my brother's numbers," Gao Xia sniffed hard and said, "But I didn't block my parents. After all, I can't really be unfilial... Alas!"
Meng Zhao was noncommittal: "Have they contacted you recently?"
"It's gone after the accident on May 2nd... Wait." Gao Xia suddenly remembered something: "In that case, my dad called to ask for money at the end of last month, and what he said was quite strange."
"What?"
"He said, Baokang has no money to spend now, and you as a aunt look down on him like this. When he makes a lot of money, you won't be able to lick him. I said what kind of big money he can make, don't go to MLM again. Right? My dad said triumphantly, Baokang has great skills now, and everyone else has to send money to his house to ask him for help with 'simple things'!"
- It's normal.
The clerk in the corner of the interrogation room, Liao Gang who pretended to come in to pour water, several detectives listening with headsets outside... Even Meng Zhao's expression changed.
Gao Xia's long-standing sensitivity to seeing people's eyes made Gao Xia immediately discover something was wrong with the atmosphere: "What, what's wrong? I, I..."
"Sister Gao," Meng Zhao clenched Gao Xia's hand tightly, looking earnestly at her wrinkled and tired eyes: "Can you write me your parents' addresses?"
"...Then we contacted the Public Security Department of H Province and went to Gao Baokang's hometown, the Fifth Production Brigade of Hulu Village, Xingyang County. The local police station took out the 100,000 yuan in plastic bags from the ridge in front of the door without much effort. The old couple was also taken to the county public security bureau, and they explained it after a little intimidation..."
The sun was shining brightly at noon, the streets of the county town were bustling, and the sidewalks were crowded more and more narrowly by vendors selling clothes, fortune-telling, and fruit. A jeep was parked along the street, and the driver's window was facing the sign of a fast-print shop called "Kaitai Tuwen" across the road. You could vaguely see the people in the shop through the front door glass.
Bu Chonghua retracted his gaze and took a few bites of the lunch box: "How is it?"
"At the end of last month, Gao Baokang brought a 'friend' back to his hometown, and gave his grandparents 100,000 yuan in cash for them to help keep, saying that it was given by the 'friend' and asked him to help with 'everything'. After a month or two, come back and get the money." Cai Lin gulps down the pizza that his parents ordered to the Public Security Bureau on the other end of the phone, and says vaguely while flipping through the transcript he just faxed over: " The two left after about three or four days, saying that they were going back to Jinhai to prepare some things, and they never contacted their family since then. The old lady couldn't think of her grandson, so she couldn't help but make a phone call to ask, but Gao Baokang was turned off, and the triangulation of the technical side has not been determined, it is estimated that the machine card has been separated."
Gao Baokang's loss of contact only represents two possibilities. The first is that he has died in the Sili River on the night of the rainstorm, which means that the police will spend more energy to find out the connection between the two murdered girls; the second is that He had already run away, and he would rather not throw away the 100,000 yuan he had, which showed that he clearly knew that he had entered the police's sight.
Either way, it is very unfavorable news for the current case.
"What does that 'friend' look like?" Bu Chonghua asked.
"The local police station visited the neighbors of the Gao family, and said that it was a man with hanging eyes, a fleshy nose, a short, fat, stout man in his twenties or thirties. It was quite obvious that there was a scorpion on his eyebrows. We took the photo of Li Hongxi. The scans were confirmed to the locals, and they said they had never seen it before.”
Gao Ling's parents had never met Li Hongxi, and the person who spent 100,000 yuan to buy Gao Baokang's murder was not Li Hongxi, but the fetus in Gao Ling's womb did indeed have a parent-child relationship with Li Hongxi.
More coincidentally, according to the tracking code parsed by the technical team from the cult propaganda book, it can be determined that the book was printed by a Xerox DC8000; according to the sales records provided by Xerox Chinese dealers and second-hand stores, the police traced back Arrived at this fast printing shop called "Kaitai Graphics" in Ninghe County - Ninghe County also happens to be Li Hongxi's hometown!
So what role does Li Hongxi play in this sinister and paradoxical case
"Find a way to draw a sketch of Gao Baokang's friend's characteristics, and intensify the questioning of Li Hongxi's parents and wife." Bu Chonghua picked out the fishbone with chopsticks and said solemnly, "The surnamed Li has such a great connection with this case, pillow It is impossible for the people around you not to hear the wind.”
"Yes!"
Bu Chonghua turned off the car's Bluetooth, and before the chopsticks could put the piece of fish maw in his mouth, suddenly the passenger seat door clicked open.
At that moment, Bu Chonghua showed his excellent reflexes and his pinnacle of precision - he saw his face sinking like water, his wrist not moving, the tip of his chopsticks tossed, and the fish maw drew a neat and wonderful arc in mid-air," Papa!" It fell into Wu Yu's lunch box in the passenger seat, without even a drop of soup spilling out.
"You're back?" Bu Chonghua said lightly, "I have a good piece of fish in my bowl, I've helped you pick out the thorns, let's eat quickly."
Wu Yu got into the car with the document bag of "Kaitai Graphics" and couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words: "Thank you... Thank you captain."
Bu Chonghua was calm: "It's nothing, it should be."
Wu Yu gave a vague thank you, picked up the box lunch and started to devour it, while Bu Chonghua took out a few sheets of warm printing paper from the document bag - Sister Meng just downloaded the "Personal Education Edition Mathematics Chapter 1" from her son's class parent group. Unit 6 Carding Question Answers"—pulled out a laptop and a portable scanner, and scanned the sheets of paper into PDF format.
"How is this store?"
"There is only one shop owner, in his fifties, there are no windows and back doors in the shop. Later, when you enter through the front door, you can directly block people inside. There are two machines, one is Konica Minolta, and the other is our target Xerox. DC8000." Wu Yu paused, then asked suspiciously, "...why is this fish not as good as the Chaoshan casserole porridge last time?"
After the technical team tracked down the printer, Bu Chonghua immediately issued a notice of assistance in the investigation, requesting the local public security bureau to monitor Kaitai graphics, and decided to personally bring someone to Ninghe County to take charge of the arrest work and follow-up interrogation. However, Cai Lin, who was going to go on a business trip with him, had an accident before leaving. He craved Mala Tang in the middle of the night and succeeded in having diarrhea. There is a special dish in Hexian called tofu fish, Wu Yu, who took the initiative to ask Ying to go on a business trip.
Wu Yu sandwiched half a piece of fish: "...it was a little rough."
Bu Chonghua glanced at him, did not answer immediately, but sent the PDF email to Director Wang who was waiting at his desk hundreds of miles away, closed the computer, turned off the scanner, and then looked at Wu Yu, calmly. typical:
"It's rough because it's just an ordinary grass carp, and the one you named and killed last time is called Dongxingban."
Wu Yu: "..."
There was silence in the car for a moment, and Wu Yu swallowed: "The ten yuan and three that I printed just now don't need to be reimbursed to me."
The car's bluetooth rang, and it was Director Wang of the technical team: "Hello, the surname is Bu? Are you still at the door of the Nei Tuwen shop?"
"How about it?"
The donkey face surnamed Bu is not in the bureau, and even the air is a little sweeter. Director Wang's work efficiency has suddenly increased by at least 30%, and he is refreshed and authentic: "The analysis result is out, the printer model DC8000 serial number KR68P3117945686, It is the same as the tracking serial number of Gao Baokang's book "Have You Heard the Voice of God", so it must be typed out by the same machine, arrest people!"
Bu Chonghua said nothing, hung up the phone, picked up the walkie-talkie, and spit out two words: "Action!"
At the end of the street, across the road, and in front of the parking lot, four inconspicuous private cars suddenly started at the same time, lined up and slowly parked in front of the Kaitai Tuwen Gate, forming a vague siege. A few plainclothes got out of the car and pushed open the store door. There was a commotion in the store after a while. It seemed that someone panicked and wanted to rush out, but was immediately held down.
A few seconds later, the door of the store was pulled open again, and the chubby print shop owner in his 50s or 60s was escorted by the local plainclothes.
"Okay, got it... You arrange for an interrogation first, and I'll see you at the Public Security Bureau later."
Bu Chonghua briefly answered the report at the other end of the channel, and pressed the walkie-talkie. At this time, Wu Yu was looking at the car's Bluetooth display with a strange look:
"Your note to Director Wang is Wang Ertu?"
Bu Chonghua threw the walkie-talkie back to the back seat and said lightly, "Why, are you going to betray me?"
The Bu Detachment is worthy of being a top-level handsome guy in the police world who once caused the girls from the art school next door to jump over the wall when he was in college, and who once made countless criminals terrified after graduation. He saw that his eyes were sharp and bright, and his face was clearly written with three words. Characters - East, Star, Spot.
"..." Wu Yu said, "How can I, I'm the kind of person who betrays my superiors?"
Bu Chonghua smiled slightly, and in an instant, he said: "Yes. The allowance has not been issued last quarter, and I don't think you should be."
Wu Yu: "..."
Bu Chonghua seemed a little happy. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the jeep turned on and turned, merged into the busy county road, and drove towards the Ninghe County Public Security Bureau.
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Click!
There was a soft click of the shutter, and the tail of the jeep that was drifting away solidified on the screen of the mobile phone.
In front of the "Kaitai Graphics" store, next to the sidewalk, a fruit vendor lowered his head and pressed his sun hat and pressed the send button.
Buzz - just a few seconds later, the phone displayed an incoming call, and before the bell rang, "hawker" immediately pressed to connect, and then a young female voice came from the phone, without a word of chatter, it was straightforward: "No. Is it clearer?"
"I can't take a picture, sister, that kid saw me." The hawker looked around and lowered his voice amid the hustle and bustle of the road: "When he crossed the road head-on, there were so many cars and so many people, and when my phone was moved, he immediately I stared at him at a glance. Fortunately, I reacted quickly. I immediately turned the camera to take a picture of a passing girl. After a while, he came out of the Kuaiyin store. Looking around, his eyes looked like X-rays. I just took a photo when he was about to walk to the car door... What does this kid eat, his vigilance is really evil!... "
A female voice interrupted him: "Who is that waiting for him?"
"It should be a policeman. I got out of the car and bought a meal on the way. He is tall and looks good, but I don't feel like being offended."
Horns, shouts, impatient cursing and chattering haggling... No one noticed a peddler hiding in the shade behind the fruit trolley, keeping his phone close to his ear and unceasingly with his creepy eyes Look around. After a long time, I don't know what was said on the mobile phone, he lowered his head, and a trace of cruelty flashed on his face:
"I understand Sister Yin... Yes, yes, no problem."
"Don't worry, just wait for my good news."
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Xianxian with bright red nail polish cut off the call with her fingers, and threw her mobile phone on the table. The screen showed a face with perfect makeup but no expression.
There was no movement around, and no one dared to make a sound. Those delicately drawn eyes stared at the already black screen of the phone without blinking. After a while, she suddenly grabbed the phone again, her fingers were so strong that the blue veins bulged, and she opened the text message she just received.
Two candidly photographed pictures are in her line of sight, one is of a jeep driving towards the intersection, and the rear license plate can be vaguely distinguished; With thin shoulders, he was walking across the road across the traffic.
He was wearing an old and yellowed T-shirt and big shorts. He just walked with his head covered, his posture was slack, and he looked as if he had just come out of a street food stall and was about to wander around for an afternoon or find a few friends who had nothing to do. Go to the Internet cafe to stay dark all night.
"That look is like an X-ray... What is this kid doing, his vigilance is so high!... "
The corners of Sister Yin's blushing lips revealed a sarcastic arc.
"Of course you have to be careful, don't you?" She whispered to the back and smiled softly, "If you make another mistake this time, no one can die for you."
"I'll just say I'm not mistaken, are you sure it's an old rival?" A man wearing a baseball cap and an anti-smog mask next to him asked with a smile.
Several of the men in the room looked at me and I looked at you, but Sister Yin didn't say a word. The man sighed leisurely and persuaded half-truly: "If you want me to say, this matter is almost over. People have been dead for so many years, and dust returns to dust, so what kind of hatred can't be passed? Look at it. Sister Yin's present appearance is decent, compared to the past... "
An arc of light stabbed head-on, and the man leaned back like an electric shock—
Boom! !
The blade slid close to the tip of his nose, and instantly fell three inches into the wooden table!
A dazzling knife tip penetrated the bottom of the table, crackling a few times, and the paint cracks silently covered the entire table.
The room was dead silent, and there was no sound. Sister Yin slowly released the handle of the knife and stared at the man condescendingly, her highlighted curly hair hanging down from the side of her neck to her chest.
"Where's the stuff?" she asked word by word.