Several breakfast carts stood at the street entrance, and the aroma wafted out for two miles. Students and office workers who got up early surrounded the breakfast carts several times, and the queue was two or three meters long.
A black SUV parked on the side of the road. Han Feilu got out of the car, with Bluetooth headphones on his ears, and chose the one with the fewest people among the three breakfast trucks to queue up, "What's the license plate number?"
Mu Xuecheng's voice came from the Bluetooth headset: "It's a registered car. The license plate is from another place. The license plate number is 9023x."
Han Feilu: "Have you found the license plate registration information?"
Mu Xuecheng: "I found it. This is a stolen license plate. The owner of the license plate has long gone abroad and is no longer in the country. Team Han, I think we can give up tracing the source of the license plate. The phenomenon of illegal license plate trading is very serious. If we continue to investigate, the task will be heavy and unnecessary."
Come out. Let’s investigate the whereabouts of this deck car.”
With the results of the investigation of vehicles entering and exiting the park, Mu Xuecheng screened out a car with a foreign license plate. This car entered the park at 10:21 and drove out at 11:13. Along the East Park
We took the road to the old town of Dongcheng, wandered around the city, and finally disappeared on a road that lacked surveillance.
The dining cart where Han Feilu queued up sold pancakes and porridge. When it was his turn, he ordered two pancakes and two bowls of black rice porridge, and then said: "Let's start with Lan Lan's relatives and friends. Strangers will not help without reason."
Has she found out the whereabouts of Feng Danian?"
Mu Xuecheng sighed: "This man disappeared after you went to find him. No one knows where he is. I heard that he is very filial and will not leave me and run away, so he should still be in Yucheng now.
Brother Hai plans to look for his mother to see if he can find any clues."
The pancake seller asked him if he wanted to add chili pepper, and he said one was spicy and the other was not. Mu Xuecheng heard him buying something and said, "Boss, are you buying breakfast for us? I want some spicy food, Shuan."
q bolt q."
Han Feilu: "If you can find the deck car that took Lan Lan away within the time specified by me, I will buy it for you, but you did not complete the task, so you need to buy it yourself. Let Dahai quickly find Feng Danian
My dear, this sinister man will not sit still and wait for death in Yucheng. He will run away sooner or later. Catch him before he escapes."
Mu Xuecheng: "Oh, please bring me breakfast, and I will give you a red envelope——"
Before she could finish speaking, Han Feilu hung up the phone, scanned the QR code to pay, returned to the car with two pancakes and two bowls of black rice porridge, drove onto the highway, and dialed another number: "Wake up?
No? Get up quickly, get up quickly, I'll be there soon."
Ten minutes later, he parked his car downstairs, took the elevator upstairs, and rang the doorbell when he reached the door. No one answered the door after ringing it several times, so he had to make another call: "Master, I'm already at the door, please."
Could you please open the door?"
Zhou Song hasn't woken up yet: "Password 5370, you can open it yourself."
He entered the password and pushed open the door. He found a pair of slippers and put them on. He carried breakfast and walked in. He found that the bedroom door was closed. He banged the door twice and went to the dining room.
The bedroom door opened, and Zhou Song walked out in pajamas with messy hair and sleepy eyes. He rubbed his hair and looked at Han Feilu, ignoring him, and slowly walked through the living room to the bathroom.
Han Feilu took out two bowls, poured the porridge into them, and put them on the table with the pancakes. Then he took out a box of spiced peanuts and a box of pickled radishes from the refrigerator. He poured out two plates each to use as pickles to go with the porridge.
He was busy in the restaurant, while Zhou Song was washing up in the bathroom. Neither of them noticed that the door opened again. Han Feilu turned his head inadvertently and found a man in a suit standing at the door. The two stared at each other for a while.
Then he walked in, closed the door, and asked: "Who are you?"
Han Feilu has always been cheeky, but he was a little embarrassed at this moment: "I am that, ahem, Zhou Song's friend. We met at the police station two days ago."
Liang Xie quickly remembered and walked over to shake hands with him: "Hello, hello, Captain Han, right?"
Han Feilu: "You're welcome, your surname is Liang?"
Liang Xie smiled and said: "Yes, my name is Liang Xie. What are you doing here this time? Is it still about the last case?"
Han Feilu: "No, no, I'm here -" He looked at the breakfast on the table, waved his hands awkwardly, then smiled dryly and fell silent.
Fortunately, Zhou Song came out of the bathroom at this time, wearing a hairband for washing his face, still looking like he hadn't woken up: "Brother Ah Xie? When did you come?"
Liang Xie smiled and said, "I just arrived."
Zhou Song walked to the restaurant and introduced the two people to each other: "He is Han Feilu, whom you met at the police station last time. This is my eldest brother's secretary, surnamed Liang."
The two shook hands again under the witness of Zhou Song, as if the greeting just now had never happened.
Liang Xie: "Police Officer Han."
Han Feilu: "Secretary Liang."
Zhou Song took the lead in taking a seat in the restaurant before they finished introducing each other: "Brother Ah Xie, have you had breakfast?"
Liang Xie told the truth: "Not yet. Can I have a share?"
Zhou Song: "Let's eat together, he bought a lot."
Han Feilu sat next to Zhou Song, and Liang Xie sat opposite them. Zhou Song gave half of the porridge in his bowl to Liang Xie, then picked up Han Feilu's bowl and poured more than half of it into his own bowl. Han Feilu poured more than half of the porridge into his own bowl.
Lu didn't say anything, and glanced at Zhou Song secretly, wanting to see how he divided the two pancakes. Zhou Song gave his share directly to Liang Xie, not because of his conscience, but because he didn't like the content of the pancakes.
Lettuce. After dividing the pancakes, he found that all he could eat was a bowl of porridge, and he would probably not be full. So he touched Han Feilu with his arm and said, "Do you want porridge? If not, give it to me. It's in the refrigerator."
And milk."
Han Feilu:......
He also gave his half bowl of porridge to Zhou Song, and a world in which only Han Feilu was injured was born.
Zhou Song calmly shared Han Feilu's breakfast, and while drinking porridge, he asked Liang Xie what was going on when he came over so early in the morning.
Liang Xie said: "You asked for leave for two days in a row, and you didn't tell me the reason when I asked you. I don't trust you, so let me come and take a look."
Zhou Song pointed at Han Feilu with his chopsticks: "I have been cooperating with him in investigating the case for the past two days, so I asked for personal leave. I will call my elder brother later and explain to him."
Hearing his words, Liang Xie was deeply surprised and pleased that he was actually willing to contact Zhou Lingjun, so he pushed the small plate filled with spiced peanuts in front of Zhou Song.
When Zhou Song asked about Zhou Lingjun's condition, Liang Xiao said: "The situation is not ideal. The doctor recommended that he be hospitalized for another week of observation. This is another reason why I came to see you today."
Zhou Song stopped his chopsticks and raised his head to listen to him carefully.
Liang Xie said: "While my eldest brother is in the hospital, he wants you to take over his work arrangements."
Zhou Song was surprised: "Me?"
Liang Xie smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I just want you to meet customers and partners and learn how to deal with them."
Zhou Song refused without thinking: "I have no experience, so I won't be able to do it well. You can find someone else."
Liang Xie said earnestly: "You should understand his intentions now. The person he wants to train is you, not anyone else. Xiao Song, don't let the elder brother be too disappointed, okay?"
Zhou Song was still hesitant, but not as resistant as before, because Liang Xie was right. He now understood that Zhou Lingjun had good intentions. Zhou Lingjun was not only training his successor, but also planning a way out for him.
Han Feilu said, "Don't listen to me." He was looking at his phone and eating pancakes, but he kept silently listening to the conversation between Zhou Song and Liang Xie. He caught a glimpse of Zhou Song's hesitant and worried look, and couldn't help but interrupt: "You yourself
If you don’t do the business at home, why don’t you let outsiders do it? Let’s try it first and then tell whether it can be done.”
Hearing this, Liang Xie glanced at him and said with a smile: "Yes, Officer Han is right. Xiao Song, I'm here to help you, and it's up to me to make suggestions. You're only responsible for the internship at the moment, okay?"
Zhou Song was asked back and forth by them for a few words, and finally nodded in agreement.
Liang Xie was very happy. After finishing the porridge in the bowl, he was ready to leave: "I'll give you a day off today, and you'll go to the company on time tomorrow. When you get to the company, go find me upstairs. I'll familiarize you with the project information first."
After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry, and the time to have breakfast delayed him a lot.
As soon as Liang Xie left, Han Feilu asked: "Is he your secretary?"
Zhou Song: "My eldest brother's secretary."
Han Feilu: "More like your brother."
Zhou Song had just taken over the important task. He was already tired before he started working. He slumped in his chair and sighed: "He has watched me grow up since he was a child, and he is almost like my brother."
Han Feilu: "He looks very young, only four or five years older than you, right?"
Zhou Song counted Liang Xie's age on his fingers: "He should be twenty-nine this year, four years older than me."
Han Feilu: "I'm two years older than him, why don't you call me brother?"
Zhou Song glanced at him sideways: "Are you serious?"
Han Feilu said boldly: "Can't I bear to treat you as a brother?"
Zhou Song looked at him critically for a moment and said, "I can bear it, but I won't call you brother."
Han Feilu: "Why?"
Zhou Song: "It's too disgusting." After saying that, he got up and left his seat and went back to the room to change clothes.
Zhou Song was in trouble. He had to make sure he was impeccable before going out. Han Feilu set off in a hurry and shouted in the living room: "You are already very handsome. You are handsome and graceful. You are more beautiful than the 1.6 billion people on the earth combined! Dress up again."
It attracted butterflies from all over the city!"
Zhou Song couldn't bear his yelling and came out of the bedroom with his hair tied up: "You shout so loudly, do you want the dogs in the whole building to bark with you?"
Han Feilu grabbed him and walked out: "Hurry up, you don't know how busy I am."
Zhou Song got into his car, and the two of them drove to the south of the city. Zhou Song pulled out a small USB flash drive from the car: "Is this the video you told me about last night?"
Han Feilu: "Yes, Huangtian paid off his hard work and I really found him."
Zhou Song: "Why did you think of checking the weather that day? This idea is genius."
Han Feilu: "It wasn't me, it was Gu Hai. His third uncle had a car accident in 2012. There was a strong wind that was rare in ten years. His third uncle's car overturned and one of his legs was broken. So his family members
They were both deeply impressed. Gu Hai and I were studying the case files last night, and he suddenly remembered this incident, so he went to look for reports from that year and found this video on the news network."
Zhou Song put the USB flash drive into his pocket: "You are lucky, but it cannot be used as direct evidence."
Han Feilu: "I know, so I called you. Together, we might be able to defeat him."
The destination of this trip was a hotel. This hotel was quite large and was mainly used as a venue for wedding banquets. Han Feilu parked the car in the parking lot opposite the hotel, and crossed the road with Zhou Song towards the hotel gate.
Said: "This is it, Xiyuan Hotel."
Zhou Song admired the magnificently decorated facade: "From shoe repairman to hotel owner, Lan Zhaolin has a successful career."
Han Feilu: "It's a meteoric rise. He has three hotels in the city and is building a resort in the suburbs."
Zhou Song praised: "It's amazing."
Several employees were placing flower baskets in front of the door. The flower baskets were covered with red ribbons, with the words "Congratulations to Mr. XX and Ms. XX" on their marriage. A woman in her late forties, with a plump figure and a leadership style was in charge.
Two employees roll out the red carpet.
Han Feilu accidentally stepped on it, and the woman shouted loudly: "What are you doing! Get out of the way!"
Han Feilu: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention."
He walked up to the woman, but before he spoke, the woman said impatiently: "The stereo is in the background and must be repaired before 12 o'clock."
She thought they were here to repair the stereo. Han Feilu was not in a hurry or annoyed, and was about to take out his police officer ID card. The woman pushed him rudely: "Come on, hurry up, don't get in the way."
Han Feilu's face turned cold, he waved her hand away and said, "If you were stronger, you would have attacked the police."
The woman was stunned. Han Feilu held the police officer's ID card in front of her face: "See clearly, I am a policeman and I am here to see your boss. Please lead the way."
The hotel lobby was empty. There was only a lean middle-aged man sitting at a round table calculating accounts. The calculator kept reporting numbers. He was writing and drawing in a notebook with a pen. As he was calculating, he heard footsteps approaching.
, he looked up and saw the lobby manager leading two strange men over.
The woman said: "Boss, they are the police."
Han Feilu asked: "Are you Lan Zhaolin?"
Lan Zhaolin put on his glasses on the table, stood up and said politely: "I am. Are you two?"
Han Feilu: "I am a policeman, I want to see you if I have something to do."
Lan Zhaolin: "Okay, please sit down, both of you. Xiao Wang, go get some water quickly."
Zhou Song followed Han Feilu and sat across from him, sizing him up secretly. He was thin, elegant, and spoke slowly and softly. He didn't look like a shoe repairman or a businessman, but more like a teacher.
Han Feilu said: "You should be able to guess why I came to you."
Lan Zhaolin said: "I know, my daughter has caused you trouble, and I feel very guilty."
Han Feilu: "Although my colleagues have already asked you, I need to ask again, have you been contacted since Lan Lan disappeared?"
Lan Zhaolin's eyes were very sincere: "No, if I knew where she was, I would definitely tell you."
Zhou Song couldn't help but interjected: "Why? Don't you want to protect your daughter?"
Lan Zhaolin said: "There is no father in the world who doesn't want to protect his daughter, but my daughter is now involved in a murder case and is still under suspicion. She can't escape forever. Every day she absconds, her guilt increases. I helped her escape.
That’s what is harming her. And I believe she is kind-hearted in nature, so there must be a misunderstanding here, and I want the police to help resolve the misunderstanding on her."
These words were very level. Regardless of whether Lan Zhaolin was sincere or not, at least it was the attitude of the suspect's family that Han Feilu wanted to see.
Han Feilu smiled slightly and said, "What you said is very good. I hope you will do what you say."
Lan Zhaolin: "This is certain."
Han Feilu asked where Lan Lan might go after absconding and who he might seek refuge with. Lan Zhaolin answered them one by one. Zhou Song suddenly interrupted: "Has Lan Lan got a boyfriend?"
Lan Zhaolin said: "I know she had a boyfriend two years ago, but they broke up after a few months of dating. I don't know if she has a boyfriend now."
Zhou Song: "Has she told you about her love life?"
Lan Zhaolin: "When a girl grows up, she will always be estranged from her father. I am not her mother. There are many things she will not say to me."
Han Feilu caught the quarrel and asked, "Has there been no news about your wife?"
When mentioning his missing wife, Lan Zhaolin looked very sad: "No, it has been ten years and there is no news at all."
Han Feilu and Zhou Song made eye contact, and Han Feilu asked again: "Did Song Caiyun disappear on September 11, 2012?"
Lan Zhaolin: "Yes, I searched for a day but couldn't find it, so I called the police the next day."
Han Feilu: "Please restate the situation that year."
He suddenly asked about Song Caiyun's disappearance. Although Lan Zhaolin did not understand, he fully cooperated: "On September 11, Lan Lan and I accompanied Caiyun to the hospital for dialysis. It was already past 3 noon when we left the hospital. Caiyun
If she felt unwell, I asked her to go home and rest first, and I went to the store with Lan Lan on my bicycle."
Han Feilu: "About what time did you arrive at the store?"
Lan Zhaolin: "It should be around six o'clock."
Han Feilu: "Around six o'clock in the evening on the 11th, you and your daughter were in the store, right?"
Lan Zhaolin: "Yes."
Han Feilu smiled seemingly inexplicably: "Do you still remember what the weather was like that day?"
Lan Zhaolin finally noticed something was wrong and looked confused: "The weather? Why did you suddenly ask me this question?"
Han Feilu said with a smile: "Don't worry too much. I happen to have memories of that day ten years ago. Because the weather was so bad, someone at my friend's house had a car accident." He said with a slightly serious tone, "It was all caused by the strong wind.
of."
Only then did Lan Zhaolin remember: "Yes, yes, I remembered that there was a strong wind that day. We have not seen such a strong wind in Yucheng for many years. I also asked Caiyun to take a taxi home."
After finally leading the snake to the entrance of the cave, Han Feilu smiled and asked, "Do you have a laptop here?"
Lan Zhaolin asked the lobby manager to bring a laptop. Han Feilu opened the computer, inserted the USB flash drive he carried, called up a video from the USB flash drive, and said, "Mr. Lan, take a look at this video."
He turned the computer to Lan Zhaolin, who pushed up his glasses and looked at the screen seriously.
This is a news video from ten years ago. A male reporter with a microphone is standing on the street. The background is the gray sky and the loess flying sand all over the sky. The howling of the wind comes one after another, really like the howling of ghosts and wolves. The male reporter is in the strong wind.
I can't even open my eyes, but I am still reporting the news conscientiously: "Hello, dear viewers, it is 6:18 pm on September 11th. My location is Xinjiekou, Guanglin Road. Due to the bad weather,
Impact, a series of rear-end collisions just happened here, which has injured three people. The injured have been sent to the hospital. The traffic police are doing emergency follow-up treatment. This is a rare level 6 wind. Please look at the signs on the roadside.
It was blown away by the wind and the bicycle also fell over a large area. Under such extreme bad weather, it is recommended that everyone not go out and stay safe at home. The above is the on-site report sent to you by our reporter."
After the video was played, Han Feilu asked: "Did you see it?"
Lan Zhaolin looked confused: "What did you see? Is this a news report from that year?"
Han Feilu: "Have you seen you and your daughter?"
Lan Zhaolin frowned, as if he had no idea what he was talking about: "Officer, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."
Since Lan Zhaolin started watching the video, Zhou Song had been staring at him silently. At this time, he was very sure that Lan Zhaolin was acting. He saw what Han Feilu wanted him to see, but he pretended not to know. So he
He was quibbling at times, but he was much calmer and smarter than they expected. He knew that the video was not conclusive evidence, and he would not do anything stupid out of hesitation.
Han Feilu said: "At 2 minutes and 21 seconds, a man riding a bicycle with a girl passed behind the reporter. Didn't you see it?"
Lan Zhaolin said categorically: "No."
Han Feilu fixed the video at 2 minutes and 21 seconds. Less than ten meters behind the reporter was the intersection. A man was riding a bicycle, with a girl sitting on the bicycle. The man bent over and struggled to pedal the wheels, and the bicycle only
It appeared in the shot for just three seconds. The sky was dim and dusty, and the man and the girl were enveloped by the wind and sand. Their faces were not clearly shown, but from the outline of his body and face, it could be seen that the man riding the bicycle was Lan Zhaolin.
, the girl is naturally Lan Lan, who was a girl ten years ago.
Han Feilu moved to sit next to him and pointed at the two people in the video: "This is you, and this is your daughter Lan Lan. Aren't you wearing glasses? Why can't you tell?"
Lan Zhaolin remained completely calm and said calmly: "Officer, are you joking?"
Han Feilu: "Am I joking? I think you are joking. This video is a live report, broadcast in real time. At 6:18 pm on September 11, you and Lan Lan were not in your shoe repair shop, but
On Guanglin Road. Mr. Lan, you made a big joke to us."
Lan Zhaolin shook his head and said: "Officer, I hope you won't ignore the facts and accuse a deer of a deer. Lan Lan and I were in the store at the time and had never been to -"
Han Feilu didn't let him finish his sentence and interrupted him forcefully: "Do you know where Guanglin Road is five hundred meters west?"
Lan Zhaolin looked stiff and did not answer.
Han Feilu sneered: "You must know that it is a construction site under construction, and it is also the place where Lan Lan's class teacher Wei Chunhong was murdered and buried."
Hearing this, Lan Zhaolin's eyes twitched a few times, then he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, then said: "Officer, I won't answer any of your questions from now on. You can summon me to the police station for questioning.
Provided my lawyer is present."
Han Feilu smiled and said: "Why are you so nervous? I want to help you find Song Caiyun, so I want to verify some details from that year with you."
Zhou Song remained silent and kept observing Lan Zhaolin. He found that when Lan Zhaolin heard Song Caiyun's name, his face became even more unnatural and his breathing became a little faster. He suddenly grabbed his left hand with his right hand and covered a ring on the ring finger of his left hand.
.
Zhou Song asked: "Is that your and Song Caiyun's wedding ring?"
Lan Zhaolin froze up and said, "Yes, this is our wedding ring."
Zhou Song smiled lightly and said, "Have you been wearing it for so many years?"
Lan Zhaolin lowered his head and slowly rubbed the ring on his hand: "She is my wife, I miss her very much."
When Zhou Song saw this, he thought to himself: Weird.
Han Feilu said: "I know why you don't admit that the people in the video are you and Lan Lan, because you are lucky and you think those two people did not show their faces, so you can quibble. But I tell you, we
We are using all available investigative methods to find high-definition videos from that year, and it will only be a matter of time before you and Lan Lan are proven to have lied."
Lan Zhaolin twitched the corners of his lips and showed a contemptuous smile: "Then you can find the high-definition video first."
Han Feilu hadn't met an opponent for a long time, and Lan Zhaolin was smarter and more stable than he expected. Lan Zhaolin's calmness and calmness in times of crisis turned into a temperament called "cold" under the suspicion of murder. Yes,
Lan Zhaolin is very cold. His coldness is hidden under a warm appearance, with almost no sharp edge, but a cold light will escape from his eyes inadvertently.
There was no clear evidence and the suspect was too cunning, so they returned in vain. After leaving the hotel and walking to the roadside, Zhou Song suddenly turned around and saw Lan Zhaolin standing at the door of the hotel, seemingly watching the two defeated soldiers.
Will.
"Have you checked Lan Zhaolin's family history?" Zhou Song asked.
Han Feilu parked the car on the opposite side of the road. At this time, they were standing at the intersection waiting for the green light: "The second year after Song Caiyun disappeared, Song Caiyun's widowed mother also died of illness. After her death, she left her an inheritance because she disappeared
, so it was left to Lan Lan. Lan Zhaolin used the money as start-up capital to open his first restaurant, which later became bigger and bigger."
When the light turned green, the two of them crossed the highway one after another. Zhou Song walked to the sidewalk, stopped and looked back again. Across the pedestrians and traffic, he saw Lan Zhaolin still standing in front of the hotel door, holding his left hand in his right hand and looking up.
He turned his head and looked to the southeast with sad eyes.
Zhou Song also looked to the southeast, and his sight was blocked by a gray office building. A few kilometers behind that office building was the small square where Wei Chunhong's body was once buried.
Suddenly, Zhou Song felt that something was peeled off from his body. It turned into a bird and flew high into the sky, taking in a panoramic view of the city and the crowd. The bird flapped its wings and flew over the gray building.
office building, shuttled between the steel jungle, crossed the distance of time, and flew to a sky with hazy sky and roaring wind. The man pedaling his bicycle against the wind stopped, he raised his head and looked at the bird in the strong wind, towards
It cast a nostalgic and sad look.
Zhou Song finally understood why Lan Zhaolin looked sincere and weird just now when he missed his wife. So that's it, so that's it... Since Lan Zhaolin misses his wife, will Lan Lan miss his mother? And Song Caiyun
, if she knew something underground, would she be relieved, or would she be resentful?
Zhou Song was silent for a long time. Han Feilu noticed something strange and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Song said: "Lan Zhaolin is lying."
Han Feilu: "What did he say?"
Zhou Song raised his head and looked into the boundless sky and said: "He is not missing Song Caiyun, but mourning."
Lan Zhaolin knew that Song Caiyun was dead, he had always known it.