Ninety-third bowl of soup (12)

Qinghuan didn’t get so close to Meng Daxian and the others. In her opinion, these juniors are quite cute, but there is no need to know each other. She doesn’t stay here long and will leave after taking away what she wants. , She has never missed the prosperity of the world.

The three deceased who appeared in succession made Zhong Xun's mood extremely bad. He almost broke his leg for this case. Fortunately, the results of the investigation of the suitcase came out. This is an internationally renowned big name. This one is from this year. Limited edition, there will be no more than 1,000 pieces worldwide. The most important thing is that each box has a unique number. According to the number, you can find out who the buyer is.

This may be the only good news.

Zhong Xun took Qinghuan to the buyer to investigate. He hasn't bought a car yet, because the traffic in K city is famous all over the country, driving to work in the morning is slower than walking, so Zhong Xun still rides a motorcycle until now, which is very cool. He gave Qinghuan a hard hat, and then took off the coat to her so that she could wrap her around her waist to prevent it from passing out. No way, the skirt was too short.

They drove all the way to the buyer’s address, which was a high-end villa area. They were stopped outside and refused to enter. Zhong Xun took out his documents and threatened the security not to interfere with police affairs, but he compromised and parked the motorcycle outside. A motorcycle looks very shabby.

Zhong Xun took out his phone and looked at the address: "No. 23...No. 23... here!"

In front of him was a European-style three-story villa. Qing Huan rang the doorbell and looked inside with the railing. 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. It is unexpected that there will be a murderer hidden in it. "Meng Xingzhen reminded you? Although this family bought the box, it is not necessarily the murderer. Remember to be polite when you see it later."

Zhong Xun is a rough man, he said that he knew it with a sigh, and wondered if I looked impolite.

If the members of the criminal investigation team knew what their captain was thinking at this moment, they would probably smile and give him a pair of eyes. Is he polite? When did he not kick someone's door open? He has been professionally kicking the door for a hundred years, and his speech is harsh and fierce, and the top leader is embarrassed to say that he is polite.

There was a room next to the door. After they rang the doorbell, a sound came from the horn on the door: "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, we are the police. There are some things you need to ask the son of your house."

Zhong Xun found it troublesome when he said that he was silly. This big iron gate just looked good, but it wasn't very strong. He felt that he could kick it open with a single kick—what kind of quality could be used to solve the problem with violence!

"Excuse me, please wait a moment. I ask my wife for instructions."

Soon people came out of the room. They were two adult men in suits. They looked like the security guards of the villa. After opening the door, one person continued to enter the house to watch the surveillance, while the other led Qing Huan Zhongxun. Not long after he walked, a tall and thin middle-aged man in a tuxedo came over and said, "I'll be here, you can go down." ."

"Hello, I am the housekeeper of the Wu family, my surname is Zheng."

Qing Huan also smiled at him: "Hello, may I ask...Is Young Master Wu at home?"

"Two of you will know when you go in."

Butler Zheng didn't say that he was there or not. Zhong Xun and Qing Huan looked at each other, and walked under his guidance for a full five minutes before reaching the living room. There was a woman sitting with her back to them in the living room. Butler Zheng stepped forward and bowed: "Madam, I brought people."

"Thank you." The wife stood up, "Hello, please sit down, butler Zheng, go and make two cups of black tea."

"Yes."

It’s the first time in his life that Zhong Xun sits on such a comfortable and soft sofa. He hasn’t seen a rich man before, but the Wu family is obviously too rich. Think about him still riding with a few thousand dollars a month’s dead salary. Motorcycles are really more popular than others. But Qing Huan was leisurely, she had stayed in a place better than this, and the Wu family was nothing to her. But this Mrs. Wu looks very nice, gentle and graceful, her hair is in a bun, with a green jade hairpin inserted on it. Although it is a European style decoration, she wears a cheongsam, which outlines a slim fit. The figure comes. According to the survey data, she is in her forties, but she is well maintained. She seems to be in her early thirties at most and has a very good temperament.

This is the lady.

So many flowers are planted in the villa probably because she likes it.

"Mrs. Wu, we came here today to see Lingzi for a while. I don't know if he is at home?" Qing Huan asked.

"Xiao Fan has gone to the company and will not be able to return until noon. Comrade police, are you looking for him... what's the matter?" She was reading a while ago when she suddenly heard the housekeeper say that a policeman was coming, and she was shocked at that time. She still doesn't know the virtue of the son she gave birth to. He always causes troubles and troubles everywhere, really afraid that something will happen. "Did he get into trouble outside? Can you tell me something? I just called him back."

"No, we just have a few questions to ask him."

Mrs. Wu nodded: "Then please wait a while, he will be back soon."

Even though she said that, she always couldn't help but look at Qing Huan and Zhong Xun, but Zhong Xun or Qing Huan, no one would tell her why they came this time.

After about half an hour, Qing Huan finished a cup of black tea, and Wu Fan finally came back. He is a very handsome young man, his natural upturned lips make him always smile, and a pair of peachy 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 doesn't allow me to leave."

Mrs. Wu laughed when her son was acting like a baby: "Two police comrades are looking for you and they want to ask you something."

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 a simple and ignorant underage girl, so he felt that as a servant of the people, he must protect her. "Wu Fan, right? I have something to ask you, can I say something alone?"

Wu Fan was taken aback for a moment: "Of course, please in the study."

Wu Fan's study room is very large, and the shelves are full of books, and even a few books are stacked on the desk and computer. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, it's a bit messy. I was recently caught by my dad as an intern at the company. I didn't understand a lot of things, so I had to hug the Buddha's feet temporarily. Sit and sit."

He is only twenty-three years old this year. He is very young and looks a little green. The investigation data also showed that Wu Fan was a child who hadn't grown up. Although he was fined occasionally for fights and drag racing, they were all minor problems.

"Mr. Wu, is this box yours?" Qing Huan put the photo in front of Wu Fan.

"A little familiar..." Wu Fan hesitated for a few seconds, "I prefer to buy things, and it's not very useful after buying, so I don't remember 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 tell from his expression. "However, we found it at a crime scene with a corpse in the box."

"Fuck!" Wu Fan was so scared that his scalp was numb: "You, what did you say? It's pretended, pretended--"

He waved his hands again and again: "It’s okay with me, it’s okay with me, I don’t know! This box may be mine, but I have never used it! I bought it because it looks good! I have a room that specializes in buying things. There are a lot of bags, boxes, and so on that have not been opened. I really don’t know! Miss Police, you can’t wrong me! Although I am not a four-good young man, I am not a bad person!"

"Then do you know who can take this box without being noticed?" Qing Huan asked. "Your home has surveillance, can you let me call it out to have a look?"

"of course can!"

Wu Fan is very diligent. He may be really frightened, so he assisted Zhong Xun Qinghuan to prove his innocence. They called out the surveillance and found that there was no entry and exit record with the box at all. Even if the car can be driven directly from the garage, a camera is necessary to take the box out, but there is nothing in the surveillance video.

The result was nothing.

No matter what he asked Wu Fan, he waved his hand and said that he didn't know, and desperately renounced himself, like a frightened dude.

When leaving the Wu’s villa, Mrs. Wu invited them to visit again next time.

Zhong Xun buttoned Qing Huan's helmet, his face was not pretty: "If it weren't for Wu Fan, then it must be someone related to him. It's impossible for this box to fly out with wings on its own."

"But Wu Fan is not happy to tell you the truth. Didn't you find out? Although he has been talking about him, he has never said anything useful." Qing Huan looked back at Wu's villa. "Whether it is him or not, he must be inextricably linked with him. You can arrange for your 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, and was abandoned in a large shopping mall.

"Is there any way to find this grandson right away?" Zhong Xun was already mad. "He speeded up the crime, why? Only a few days since the last deceased? This child died before he was missing for twenty-four hours!"

He punched Meng Xingzhen’s desk and asked Meng Daxian, “Aren’t you good at fortune-telling? Can you figure it out?”