Silent Reading

"Glasses! Ocean! Do you have a car in your hand now ... Run a trip to the airport with me, immediately, immediately!"

Lang Qiao summoned Xiao Haiyang in a hurry—it was not easy to find a student who had graduated for more than ten years. The director of the training wore reading glasses and turned the student roster for a long time. The teacher who taught this student now retires, resigns, and resigns. He can only make inquiries about it. He called for more than an hour, and finally contacted the art student himself at midnight.

The art student is at the airport and is preparing to travel with his family, which is said to be a night flight.

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang speeded up and rushed into McDonald's appointment.

Fast food restaurants after zero are crowded with tired passengers, and they are very quiet. Some people put their eyes on their bags and keep their eyes closed. Most of them are sober and do n’t talk to each other. They fiddle with their mobile phones and computers. Still space. Xiao Haiyang was dragged all the way by Lang Qiao, wheezing into a sick dog, and every step on the ground was as heavy as a ram, shocking several backpackers who were sleeping, and was watched all the way by anger, finally in the corner I found Yu Bin's student.

A high school boy more than a decade ago was already an adult. He stood over the years and had a moustache on his lips. From the perspective of wearing cost, he can see that his financial conditions are not bad.

"Can you look at the documents?" The man was polite, but very cautious. First, he brought in the documents of Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang, and checked the anti-counterfeiting signs carefully against the light. Then he apologized for the two work permits. Also returned, "Sorry."

"It's okay, civil rights." Lang Qiao took out the painting certificate and note she received from the school, "are these two things yours?"

"The prize-winning painting was made by me," the man lowered his head, turned it back with nostalgia, and looked at the photocopy on the certificate for a moment. He said with a bitter smile, "This was an immature work in my school days, but at the time Inspiration is really plentiful ... the coastal area is very special, the sea is so open, but I do n’t know what makes people feel desolate and empty, especially in the evening when the wind blows into the reef crevices, just like someone has been crying all around, Dark and lonely. "

The two materialists Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao knew the details of Binhai. After listening to his very literary description, they shivered.

"I was about to go to the senior year at that time. It stands to reason that I should concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination for professional courses. That time, I went to Binhai to play with my classmates for two days and draw something to train myself. After that, the effect was unexpectedly good. Teacher Yu liked it very much and strongly recommended me to sign up. I didn't want to get any rankings. I didn't expect to inadvertently insert a note ... I also took the note after I got it back. Here, I was silent for a while, shaking my head a bit dimly. "Actually, I sometimes think over the years, that place in Binhai ... Is it a bit evil like the folks say? I am not superstitious, but sometimes I see In this painting, I always feel an ominous atmosphere. "

Langqiao pulled out his notebook: "Excuse me, how many of you were there at the time? How long did you stay at Binhai?"

"Well ... four or five people, me, teacher, and a few high school children, are all 'mets,'" the man said. "It should be on the weekends, then school will be very tight, except for weekends. I remember that we stayed there for two nights ... it should be on Friday and return on Sunday. "

"Do you live by the sea?"

"No, there were no people at that time, there was no place to stay at all. We lived in a nearby farmhouse-even if it was nearby, in fact, it took almost half an hour to drive there. We rented a car there. , Shooting during the day, and going back to the farmhouse to rest at night. "

Lang Qiao quickly asked: "Did you ever see strange people or strange things when you were painting in Binhai?"

The man looked up at her and opened his mouth, but he answered the question: "Sergeant Lang, in fact, I promised to wait here to see you today because someone had asked me the same question before."

Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang stunned at the same time.

"Sorry, it was because of this that you carefully checked your credentials before," said the man. "After Teacher Yu's accident, more than a year, it should be when I was a freshman, someone came to me. Man, very tall , Middle-aged man, who claims to be the policeman handling Mr. Yu ’s case—I do n’t know how to describe it, but I feel a little scared of him. You may see that I ’m a little sensitive. Anyway, I did n’t dare to look at him then. Eyes closed. "

"What did he talk to you?"

"He said at the time that he was going to ask me a few things related to the murder of Teacher Yu. I was very surprised. Did n’t all the murderers of Teacher Yu have been caught? What else? But the man said that something was not like On the surface, it seems so simple. He suspects that the killing of Teacher Yu is hidden, and it has something to do with the seafront we have been to before. "

Xiao Haiyang asked, "What's the name of this policeman?"

"Call Gu Zhao."

Xiao Haiyang elbowed his elbows, flipped a Coke glass on the table, and spilled crushed ice on the table. His expression was very indescribable: "What did you say?"

"Gu Zhao-'Golden Knife' Zhao, if I remember correctly, it should be the name, what's wrong?"

Xiao Haiyang's fingers trembled unconsciously: "Can you ... Could you please describe it more carefully, what does he look like? Is he 35 or 6 years old, a little thin, about one meter seven five ..."

"I ca n’t see how old I am, but I think I should be a bit older and taller than one meter seven five," the man recalled for a moment, "I received one meter seven nine in my college entrance examination. That person is taller than me. And standing in front of me made me feel oppressed, square-faced, and very contoured. Why, you know? So is he a fake policeman? "

With his description, Xiao Haiyang's expression changed a bit, and then he was at a loss, and then a faint anger was raised-this is not Gu Zhao, more than a year after Yu Bin was killed, according to time calculations, Gu Zhao had died injustice, and there were people Dare to pretend to be out of his identity to deceive!

For a moment, he felt as if the cleanest place in his heart had been defiled. If there was hair on his body, Xiao Haiyang might have exploded into a hair ball. His clenched fist "clicked" and said coldly "No, he's fake. What did he ask?"

"Like you, he also asked me in detail who was going to Binhai and his party at that time, how the schedule was arranged, whether anyone was met on the road, and if anything special happened. I said I don't remember, that The man thought about it and asked me, "Did you Yubin go out alone?"

Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao glanced at each other-yes, if Yu Bin was killed, it really has something to do with him going to the sea, then why are the students with him intact? The criminal does not have the bottom line of not killing minors, so it is likely that he encountered something when acting alone.

"He said that, I remembered it. It did. The night before we were leaving, because the discussion was good, we set off early the next morning. After dinner, Teacher Yu specifically instructed everyone to pack things. At this time, A girl suddenly said that she couldn't find the camera. We helped her to recall it carefully and thought that she might have fallen into the scene. The camera was a valuable item in the hands of the students. As soon as Teacher Yu heard it, she went back for her. Look for it. Because it was too late at that time, he did n’t take the students, he drove by himself, and he drove a car with someone on the road. I only knew it the next day when I saw him go to pay the rental car. The self-proclaimed Gu Zhao ... ”

Xiao Haiyang suddenly interrupted him: "Don't call him by this name."

Both the man and Lang Qiao were stunned. Xiao Haiyang turned around and lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, but he is not Gu Zhao, please don't call him by this name."

Although he was as polite as possible, his words were still blunt. Lang Qiao was trying to make a round, but the man was very empathetic and said plainly: "Oh, I see, so he pretends to be a respected man The right police? Then I say 'fake police'. "

When Xiao Haiyang heard the word "high morals and high prestige", he didn't know what it was like.

"The fake police questioned me and said who the teacher had hit. I don't know, I was not at the scene, just listening to the teacher saying that it was dark at the time, and he was a bit distracted. When passing the hillside by the sea, the forest suddenly burst out A car, he did not respond at that time, accidentally knocked at the door of others. However, the other party should be very high-quality, did not say anything, but the teacher himself was unhappy, but had to catch up and gave the other party contact information, so that people will be there. Send him the bill for repairing and refinishing the car. In this regard, the accident was resolved peacefully, and Teacher Yu was not an unreasonable person. "

Xiao Haiyang and Lang Qiao looked at each other.

Xiao Haiyang: "Remember the number plate of the other party?"

"Mr. Yu may remember, but he won't tell me on purpose." The man spread his hands.

This is also true. Xiao Haiyang could not help but feel a little lost, but Lang Qiao said, "How do you know that the person who asked you for an interview at the time was a fake policeman?"

"but……"

"When I was leaving, I remembered another thing. I wanted to go back and tell him, but when I looked back, I found that the man's face was so dreary and horrible that it was completely different from the genial and friendly kind. At that time, the school was conducting anti-fraud propaganda. I Suddenly a bit uneasy, I asked him for a work permit-but then I did n’t have much common sense. I could n’t see the authenticity of the document. I secretly flipped through the anti-fraud tips posted by the teacher Sizheng on my mobile phone. Police forensics usually involves two or more people acting together, so be careful when you take a shot alone. "

Lang Qiao: "What did you want to tell him?"

"It's a painting." The man said, "Ms. Yu is a very hardworking person. He doesn't leave the sketchbook and will draw whatever he sees. When he went to Binhai, his sketchbook just ran out. There are several paintings. On the paper ... the sketch of the farmhouse courtyard or something, I asked for it before leaving, and found a sketch of a character inside, drawing a man and a woman. I haven't seen these two people, I guess maybe it was him People who ran out that night. "

Xiao Haiyang: "Do you still keep the painting?"

"Mrs. Yu's relics, of course, are still preserved."

When Luo Wenzhou received the phone call from Xiao Haiyang, the small glasses were almost incoherent.

"We went downstairs to his house and go get evidence now!"

Luo Wenzhou sighed, "Have you two thank you?"

Xiao Haiyang remembered this. The student of Yu Bin was planning to leave Yancheng by night flight, and quickly turned around and said to a man with a baggage: "Will this ... miss your plane?"

"My plane has taken off." The man shrugged. "My lover accompanied our parents first."

"that……"

"It's okay. I'll see if I can change the ticket. If the air ticket is tight, just go out and play. I won't die if I go there less. Tell me a phone call? "The art student of the year said," Ms. Yu is very kind to us and can do something for him. No matter whether it is useful or not, I feel at ease. I think he should live a long life. "

Luo Wenzhou turned his head to see the monitoring of the interrogation room. A criminal police officer was interrogating Zhu Feng's case about Yufen Middle School.

"You pretend to be a school worker and mislead Wang Xiao by recording. Who directed it? Do you know what you are doing?"

Zhu Feng didn't answer, just sneered.

"You said that your purpose was to find out where Lu Guosheng and his hiding place, okay," said Interpol. "But do you know that this incident caused a boy to die? Not only did he die, but he died without a corpse!"

Zhu Feng looked at him expressionlessly, and two decree lines pulled the corners of her mouth very low.

"Since you follow Wang Xiao, don't you know what the child has experienced in the violence on campus? Not only have you stood idly by, but also used her?"

Zhu Feng flattened the corners of her mouth and said coldly, "Isn't she dead?"

"what did you say?"

"A dozen swords, Da Bin was stabbed for a dozen swords ... none of them, aren't you all watching?" Zhu Feng's voice was hoarse, "She's not dead yet, what's wrong?"

Luo Wenzhou was somehow blocked by this remark, he spit out the turbid gas, drew out a cigarette and walked out of the monitoring room. He touched his body and found that the lighter forgot to come out.

At this moment, there was a "click" sound next to it, and a small cluster of flames burst out and passed to him.

When Luo Wenzhou tilted his head, Fei Du did not know where to find a lighter and asked him: "Do you want to?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He paused for a moment, waved his hand silently, and put the cigarette back. At this time, his mobile phone was shaken, Xiao Haiyang sent a picture to him, Luo Wenzhou opened it and found that it was a pencil sketch, the paper had turned yellow, and the picture was stored in a plastic clip, which was not bad. A man and a woman are painted on it, and in the corner are the date and Yu Bin's signature.

The painting was very expressive, and Luo Wenzhou sighed after reading: "Su Hui, and ..."

"The head of Chunlai Group." Fei Du glanced at the probe.

Ten years ago, when Zhang Chunling and Su Hui went to the sea in the middle of the night, Yu Bin, an art teacher who went back to find things for students, ran into each other.

What are they going to do?

Is there a girl's body in the trunk?

Has Su Hui always been the liaison between Zheng Kaifeng and Zhang Chunling. After Yu Bin bumped into him and Zhang Chunling, for the sake of insurance, Zheng Kaifeng's contact person was replaced by Yang Bo's mother, Zhuo Yingchun?

Luo Wenzhou struck the wall with his fist heavily: "A painting ... This is ridiculous, and we can't even prove whether this painting was painted by Yu Bin himself or on what occasion. The Procuratorate of the Algorithm Institute is all My dad wrote it, and he couldn't possibly issue me an arrest warrant based on this thing ... Fei, what's so funny about this? "

"I may have something you can use here," Fei Du said.