MTL - Silent Reading-Chapter 17 Julien Sixteen

The sharp, short call for help pierced the quiet cafeteria through the handset, and even Fei Du, who was sitting opposite him, heard it. Luo Wenzhou dialed back again and could not get through.

Although there was only one sound, Luo Wenzhou heard that it was Chen Zhen, a black car driver.

Chen Zhen reported Wang Hongliang because he had eavesdropped on Chen Yuan's phone, and with some speculations that sounded like he was catching the wind, he couldn't come up with real evidence.

I don't know if Chen Yuan was afraid that even the talents of the family were left behind, or after Wang Hongliang killed and killed him, he searched all the clues in the name of "anti-drug". In short, Luo Wenzhou received from Chen Zhen only his sister's old photo album.

When they were separated, Luo Wenzhou could obviously feel the young man's unwillingness, and specifically ordered him to say: "If there is no evidence, you should not talk to others, let alone check it by yourself, think of any time you call me- —Even if you take the risk to find evidence, it may not be useful, we may not think it works. "

Luo Wenzhou thinks that this sentence has been thoroughly explained from affection to reason. It should be enough to let Chen Zhen's kid stay honest. Who knows that just before the day comes, he has an accident.

Luo Wenzhou immediately pushed the shrimp plate in front of Fei Duo: "You eat it first, and after you have finished, you clean up the plate. I have something to do and take a step."

Fei Du didn't say yes or didn't say no, he slowly poked open a carton of lemon black tea, took a sip, felt sour and bitter, it was really not for people to drink, and he threw it aside. Looking back thoughtfully, Luo Wenzhou hurriedly left.

Luo Wenzhou had Chen Zhen's contact information, but the number just found was completely unknown. He rushed to Huahua while driving fast, and called the land bureau.

"Uncle Lu, it's me. I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to apply for approval. Can you find a way to find someone to locate two numbers for me?"

The Lu Bureau answered the call without any reason, and was not surprised: "What number, where are you?"

Luo Wenzhou quickly reported the strange phone call of Chen Zhen and Fang Cai.

Lu Bureau took a quick note, and before he hung up, he asked, "What are you doing now, can you keep yourself safe?"

"I have a good family name." Luo Wenzhou smiled inconspicuously, then he slammed a steering wheel, turned from the bridge on Nanping Avenue to the West District.

On that night it became sultry without warning, Xia Yi was compelling, and occasionally a bird roared through the sea of ​​cars in a thrilling manner, almost walking on the ground, implying that a heavy rain was coming.

The evening peak on Friday usually lasts longer. Fortunately, this is the last day of the single and even number restrictions. The central business district is warming up on the weekend. The huge open-air "sky canopy" spreads eye-catching led picture scrolls, and those night lights are unrelenting. Chasing the passing people, through the broad street, shuttled from Luo Wenzhou's car, until he completely turned into the complicated streets of the Western District, and then died.

The Bureau of Land Affairs was very friendly and reliable. It didn't take long for a technician to speak to Luo Wenzhou—Chen Zhen's mobile phone was located near Guanjing West Street in the Western District. The location of the strange phone should be very close to him. , The real name is registered, the number belongs to a woman named "Wu Xuechun".

"Wu Xuechun," Luo Wenzhou was surprised, "is a person with a name and a surname?"

"Yes, that's the name," the technician gave him a positive reply. "Luo, I'll send her ID information to your phone later."

The navigation reminded him that he was near the "Viewing West Street", and Luo Wenzhou lowered his speed-he dared to come alone in the middle of the night because he determined that Wang Hongliang was afraid to treat him.

Sluts like Wang Hongliang used to deceive and seduce, and they categorically divided people into three, six, nine, etc. Some of them were worthless ants, and they were crushed to death. Some people hate again, he can only pinch his nose.

Although Luo Wenzhou himself is nothing, fortunately his father has not retired.

If Chen Zhen was in danger when he called for help, the other party must have known his existence. The number was registered and tracked well. Wang Hongliang should immediately understand that it was only a matter of time before Luo Wenzhou came over.

According to common sense, Wang Hongliang will now actively contact him to test his attitude and seek a private solution.

But until now it hasn't.

Luo Wenzhou immediately realized that no matter what happened that night, Wang Hongliang probably didn't know yet, maybe it was his subordinates who made their own claims.

It's dangerous, but it's definitely an opportunity.

Luo Wenzhou's cell phone rang, Wu Xuechun's ID card information was passed over, and he parked the car at the West View Street.

Guanjing West Street is a multi-functional "walking street" that combines outdoor barbecues, night markets, and "big health"-this place can only be walked because illegal booths occupy the road everywhere, except for "dogs and rabbits" and other motor vehicles Can't drive in at all.

The air was filled with the smell of smoky barbecue. The shirtless big man stir-fried the snails in the iron pan, and the special "service staff" with strong makeup stood at the corner of the street. Delayed, the smell of the sewer was turning up and down, and not far away, several people were brazenly fishing for ditch oil.

Luo Wenzhou glanced around, almost choked by the crowd, he pondered for a moment, and walked towards a black car assembly point.

The drivers of the black car gave themselves "off work" early, and were gathering together to gamble. A middle-aged man with a good license scolded and smashed the poker into the car cover, laughing out his big yellow teeth: "Fuck, what's the matter, be dissatisfied, pay for it!"

He said, as soon as he reached out and asked for a cigarette with his companion, he had not reached the confession, so he suddenly stretched out a hand behind him, handed a cigarette, and gave him a cigarette.

Several black car drivers turned around and saw a man with wide shoulders and long legs, very seductive.

It is Luo Wenzhou.

"Brother, let me inquire about something." Luo Wenzhou politely issued a circle of cigarettes and said with a smile, "Yesterday I restricted my number and took a brother's car. I didn't care to throw the contract I just signed into the car. The contract is just a few pieces of paper, and it is not worth a penny to others, but if I can't find it, I have to commit suicide—I won't let you gangsters. Whoever sees it tells me that I have a big thank you. "

When Luo Wenzhou said everything he did, it was absolutely unambiguous. At this point, instead of rushing to ask questions, he opened his wallet first and handed a red banknote: "Excuse me, spread the news for me, I'm definitely not bad. "

He was a good man who pitted the man in detail and provided the model and shape of the black car in detail, but the license plate number was deliberately ambiguous. He only said the first two letters and the last number, and passed by. Then he described the driver's image in a better way.

The drivers of the black car have their own organization and site division. This information is enough for them to discuss arrogantly: "Isn't that Chen Zhen's kid?"

Luo Wenzhou closed his mouth in a timely manner, his eyes were fixed on his head, hesitantly fluttered among several people, and he flew out of a sense of confusion.

Under the bounty, the black drivers quickly scattered the cards, and the moist silently dived into the narrow alleys that lead in all directions. Luo Wenzhou lighted himself a cigarette, before he finished smoking, he got the news he wanted, and someone claimed to have seen Chen. Zhen's car parked on the side of the road, giving him the exact location and Chen Zhen's phone number.

The phone number must be unreachable. Luo Wenzhou quickly settled the cash and asked the person to take him to the place where Chen Zhen was parking. It was an open-air parking lot outside Guanjing West Street. Parking spaces were planned, but no one looked after them. . Chen Zhen's second-hand used car stopped alone on the side of the road, but the owner disappeared.

There is only one surveillance camera in the parking lot. I don't know which bear child has broken half of it, but the bones are obviously cold.

The person who provided the clue probably felt that it was too easy for him to make money, and was a little bit disappointed, so he volunteered to inquire about the whereabouts of Chen Zhen, the owner.

Luo Wenzhou circled around Chen Zhen's car alone, and found that a cigarette **** fell on the ground outside the driver's door. At that time, the person standing here left an upset footprint while stepping on the soot.

Luo Wenzhou stood at the footprints, leaned back against the door, and looked around.

Chen Zhen ignored his warning and acted privately, mostly in a state of intense blood, so he stood here alone, and even smoked several cigarettes, what was he doing? Suddenly hesitated about what he did?

Or ... who are you waiting for?

At this time, the man who just collected the money ran back all the way and whispered to Luo Wenzhou and said, "I think you might as well put a note on his car and turn it back to let him see and contact you. I just heard that the clothes seller over there She said that she had an impression of Chen Zhen. The boy stood strangely here for a long time, and then went to 'Hongfu Grand View'. "

Luo Wenzhou: "Hongfu Grand View?"

"That's it!" The letter raised his hand, right across from Chen Zhen's parking lot. It was a light-filled entertainment center. The big sign "Billiards, chess, massage, ktv" hung at the door, and the door stopped. Row of cars.

Luo Wenzhou quietly sent the message "Hongfu Building, East Exit of Guanjing Street, West District of Huashi City, asking for support" to the bureau, sent the reporter in a few words, and made a circle around the Hongfu Building. After counting the surrounding environment, he grabbed a hand Hair fluttered into it.

The hall was covered with heavy marble, the bulbs under the European-style chandeliers were broken, and the lights seemed a bit dim. A few idle young men suspected of being hooligans, patrolling and smoking in the hall, and when they saw someone coming, they secretly looked out.

When Luo Wenzhou didn't see it, he went straight to the front desk, reached out and knocked on the table: "Book a private room and friends will come over."

Immediately, he then picked up the wine list next to him, and quickly glanced over the 50% more expensive wine list on the market, as if ordering a whole lot without notice.

The front desk didn't expect such a big customer who was so stupid and rich from the sky, and kept registering his list: "Sir, please slow down ..."

Luo Wenzhou stopped short.

The front desk looked up in confusion, and saw the "guest" looking at her with fixed eyes, ambiguous but not meaningful, and lowered his voice and asked, "How much can you designate a 'waiter' for your minimum consumption?"

After a meal at the front desk, a "understandable" smile appeared, and the voice was also lowered, and a photo album was gently pushed from under the table and pushed over: "You can look at the photos first."

Yishui's "artistic photo" in the album was taken very unartly. It was all made up of a snake face with a strong makeup, and an urban-rural junction glazed at the wind.

Luo Wenzhou flipped the album twice from beginning to end, deliberately showing a little impatience: "I can't recognize this picture, isn't it normal for you?"

The front desk was about to talk back, but he saw Luo Wenzhou lean forward slightly. He seemed unable to perform any more. He impatiently "seemed poorly" and asked: "Are you guys Wu Xuechun?"